But I know it is tied to beauty. And quality. And to that certain appeal that grabs you by the throat, or hits the pit of your stomach, like love.
Vintage is a way of life. It's obsessive, compulsive, and impossible to do without for those who have gotten tangled up with it.
Tangled up in its laces and balls of string. In its linen yards and crochet thread. Especially in its ribbon.
Dazzled by the gleam of hotel silver, or purple glass, or ironstone china.
From lazy daisy stitches to English china, there are as many inspirations to vintage as there are pastries in Paris!
Each season, and each holiday presents it's own vintage specialty. From sun to snow, even nature itself has trained us to look at something different and charming every so often.
The Vintage obsessed know there really IS one more fabulous piece of Limoges or transferware china out there around any corner for a nothing price.
And who out there doesn't wish to be charmed by something lovely, anyway?
We all come from Vintage. It's in our cellular memory. Most of us inherited at least a few bits of it, and the rest of us are trying to capture what we missed.
Well it's a fun chase after all. And if it hasn't hit you yet, it will. It's a life stage. Just ask anyone who reaches a certain age and finally says, "I wonder what ever happened to (some vintage thing they grew up with). . . ."
Thanks so much for stopping by today! I'm joining the Creating Vintage Charm Launch Party for their new magazine. Stop by to get lots more fun VINTAGE!
Ciao! for now!