two days ago, i had my first bazaar. and it was fun, and worth it, and a testament to the fact that there is hope for vintage fashion.
although, i must admit, i also got crunched eyebrows, been dismissed and received that quintessential blank stare with ” so, these are like, used clothes?!”. My cousins even told me how weird my little business is. believe me, sometimes, their reactions make me think i’m a swindler or whatever.
indeed, vintage fashion is a strange world. sometimes, its hip and flaunted or its quiet and just below the surface, hushed even. but it’s always there. and is here to stay.
you just have to understand it, really. because there will always be those who’ll appreciate, and even some who’ll live for it, like i do.
the bazaar sales showed me that. so, thank you friends. and with that in mind, i will forge ahead, and continue doing what i love, even if its unusual, and sometimes hard to understand.
i am proud to be weird, anyway.
