But that's exactly what happened the other day, when Frank came in looking for a white, shawl-collared dinner jacket.
Needless to say - we were both delighted.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Yes, I sell Men's Stuff
It's rare that someone can walk into my shop, ask for something very specific, and actually get it in their size.
But that's exactly what happened the other day, when Frank came in looking for a white, shawl-collared dinner jacket.
Needless to say - we were both delighted.
But that's exactly what happened the other day, when Frank came in looking for a white, shawl-collared dinner jacket.
Needless to say - we were both delighted.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
advertising
Last week I made a couple dozen boxes of Five and Diamond matches, using an old 1938 catalog, full matchboxes (of course), and some rubber stamps I got out of the church dumpster last week. Matches are supposed to be advertising giveaways, but these things sold like hotcakes all weekend at $1 each. Hudson ephemera, and each is one-of-a-kind. Get'm while they last. When they run out I'm going to make pocket sewing kits.
Five and Diamond Vintage. Hudson, NY.
Monday, April 28, 2008
C**K a doodle doo
Can you believe this Gamecocks Varsity Jacket lasted an entire weekend at the Salvation Army Thrift Store in Hudson, New York?
I can; it's a piece of made-in-China shit--- polyvinyl-chloride -acrylic- polyurethane blend. Cleaning instructions:
"Wipe with a Damp Cloth".
Yes it's for sale, but don't expect to find it hanging in my shop.
You'll have to inquire....
I can; it's a piece of made-in-China shit--- polyvinyl-chloride -acrylic- polyurethane blend. Cleaning instructions:"Wipe with a Damp Cloth".
Yes it's for sale, but don't expect to find it hanging in my shop.
You'll have to inquire....
Come on in and make an offer. The highest bidder gets it, and 100% of the proceeds will go to Animalkind of Hudson, NY. Animalkind feeds, spay/neuters, houses, provides medical care, and finds homes for stray and feral cats all over Columbia County.
All-creatures.org/ak/index.html
Friday, April 25, 2008
If I were a rich girl
Friday, April 18, 2008
hanging out to dry in hudson
It's supposed to be 80 degrees today.
So I'm pulling out my summer wardrobe.
A customer asked me yesterday:
"Why don't you post pictures of all your new merchandise on your blog?"
I said: "Because I'm lazy."
I love my job, but If I didn't have to work, (and had a lot o' money), I would travel the world and photograph clotheslines.
Has that coffee table book been written already?
So I'm pulling out my summer wardrobe.
A customer asked me yesterday:
"Why don't you post pictures of all your new merchandise on your blog?"
I said: "Because I'm lazy."
I love my job, but If I didn't have to work, (and had a lot o' money), I would travel the world and photograph clotheslines.
Has that coffee table book been written already?
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Hello Goodbye
God Bless Melissa for fitting into every itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny dress that passes through my shop doors.
Yesterday she picked up two dresses that I had just put out;
This gauzy yellow embroidered sweetheart of a cotton day dress:
And this fab little blue cotton 60s party dress that had been cropped to mini length:
Check out the fun stringy-yoke detail in the back:
We also love Melissa for her endearing and consistent habit of wearing her purchases right out the door into the night.
Yesterday she picked up two dresses that I had just put out;
This gauzy yellow embroidered sweetheart of a cotton day dress:
And this fab little blue cotton 60s party dress that had been cropped to mini length:
Check out the fun stringy-yoke detail in the back:
We also love Melissa for her endearing and consistent habit of wearing her purchases right out the door into the night.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
On Topic: The Manhattan Vintage Show Feb 8
I've been totally stalling on my Manhattan Vintage Show report (Feb 8, NYC), partly because it was sort of underwhelming, but mostly because they don't allow photography there, and I tend to rely heavily on pictures for my blogs since I can't write for shit.
They call it a "show", because much of the merchandise is priced into the stratosphere -- dealers love to show off some of their finds without any intent of selling it--- why don't they just dangle a tag off it that says "You can't have this".
OK, OK, ... sour grapes, I know.
The truth is, there are plenty of rich designers and fashionistas at these things, and things do sell for what seems like astronomical prices to me (what with my upstate picker mentality and all). If I were smart I'd get my act together and go down there and sell myself (uh- I mean, my merch), but then I'd have to spend a lot of money, do a lot of work, and raise all my prices dramatically-- all things I have no inclination to do. I did in fact see there three different items --in three different booths---that used to belong to me, and were purchased in my shop. One party dress priced $850 that I'd sold for $75 (what- Did I miss a Chanel label or something?), one 60's boucle suit for $270 that I'd sold for about $50, and one awful 80's schmatta by Guy Laroche for $60 that I had sold in a $100 box lot. These were all things I was delighted to get rid of at the time I sold them.
Anyway, I went there expecting to be overwhelmed with the fabulousness of eighty-some vintage dealers from all over the country all in one place, yadda yadda, etc etc,--- but I was not, even though I truly enjoyed it. I also had expected to feel like a small fish in a big pond, but I did not. I came away feeling like these dealers were my peers, not my superiors-- just because they're in Manhattan charging higher prices.
I expected to get scads and scads of compliments on the dress I was wearing... and I did, thank-you-very-much J.F., even though I was advised to get over myself and just dress practically; that noone would be looking at me, for God's sake.
After almost 3 hours walking around the show,
I just wanted to buy Something, and get out of there to find a shoe store. I hadn't listened to the advice about wearing comfortable shoes, and 10 hours in my 4-inch high heels were totally ruining my day.
I finally found and bought this dress,
which I thought was totally fabulous but had no idea at the time would be a perfect fit. It was $50 and I'm going to have to keep it and wear it.
I stopped at an H&M right after I left the show, to find something for my aching feet. Talk about extreme contrasts. I had never been in an H&M. It's like the Wal-Mart of trendy fashion. Pretty awful, but I was very thankful for the made-in-china sneakers I picked up and changed into immediately at the cash register; $12.90.
Oh well. I guess that's about it--Over and Out.
They call it a "show", because much of the merchandise is priced into the stratosphere -- dealers love to show off some of their finds without any intent of selling it--- why don't they just dangle a tag off it that says "You can't have this".
OK, OK, ... sour grapes, I know.
The truth is, there are plenty of rich designers and fashionistas at these things, and things do sell for what seems like astronomical prices to me (what with my upstate picker mentality and all). If I were smart I'd get my act together and go down there and sell myself (uh- I mean, my merch), but then I'd have to spend a lot of money, do a lot of work, and raise all my prices dramatically-- all things I have no inclination to do. I did in fact see there three different items --in three different booths---that used to belong to me, and were purchased in my shop. One party dress priced $850 that I'd sold for $75 (what- Did I miss a Chanel label or something?), one 60's boucle suit for $270 that I'd sold for about $50, and one awful 80's schmatta by Guy Laroche for $60 that I had sold in a $100 box lot. These were all things I was delighted to get rid of at the time I sold them.
Anyway, I went there expecting to be overwhelmed with the fabulousness of eighty-some vintage dealers from all over the country all in one place, yadda yadda, etc etc,--- but I was not, even though I truly enjoyed it. I also had expected to feel like a small fish in a big pond, but I did not. I came away feeling like these dealers were my peers, not my superiors-- just because they're in Manhattan charging higher prices.
I expected to get scads and scads of compliments on the dress I was wearing... and I did, thank-you-very-much J.F., even though I was advised to get over myself and just dress practically; that noone would be looking at me, for God's sake.
After almost 3 hours walking around the show,
I just wanted to buy Something, and get out of there to find a shoe store. I hadn't listened to the advice about wearing comfortable shoes, and 10 hours in my 4-inch high heels were totally ruining my day.
I finally found and bought this dress,
which I thought was totally fabulous but had no idea at the time would be a perfect fit. It was $50 and I'm going to have to keep it and wear it.I stopped at an H&M right after I left the show, to find something for my aching feet. Talk about extreme contrasts. I had never been in an H&M. It's like the Wal-Mart of trendy fashion. Pretty awful, but I was very thankful for the made-in-china sneakers I picked up and changed into immediately at the cash register; $12.90.
Oh well. I guess that's about it--Over and Out.
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