So does it really matter what we do every day? Who cares what you are wearing, or where you buy your shoes, or do you color your hair, or have you had a face lift? ;o) Perhaps I've lived in a different world than most, but it is hard for me to understand the quest for more and more "stuff," and especially the really expensive "stuff." What am I missing here? Maybe it is a result of my childhood . . . . it's always a good idea to blame Mom for everything we don't understand about life, especially when we can convince the world that our own wierdness is all Mom's fault . .. . . I grew up in a very modest home in a very small town in Michigan. There. I said it. Michigan, where we all drive pick-up trucks with a coon hunting dog howling in the back as we fly down the back roads kicking up clouds of dirt and dust. Yep, we are all Red Necks. Well, at least where I come from. Now that I actually put it in writing, it does begin to make sense.
However, even though my childhood memories are filled with Sunday afternoon drives through the farmland of western Michigan, fishing in my Dad's little boat, living in an old lake cottage, walking "uptown" on a summer day, and sliding down the hills around the lake on pieces of cardboard, my sense of beauty somehow managed to escape intact from that provincial childhood. But what I discovered, probably because of my experiences in that backwoods village, is that beauty is not about quantity, designer labels, or expensive price tags. And that is one of the reasons that I love vintage!
I realize that I have a different definition of "vintage" than lots of folks out here, who somehow believe that if something is 20 years old it is so much more valuable than something that is 19 years, 364 days old . .. . to me, beauty is beauty. And I don't understand why there is the mistaken idea that a dress that is two years old is somehow just "someone's old junk," but shove it in the back of a closet for 18 more years (or even WEAR it for another 18 years!) and that automatically increases its value. So I settle for "almost vintage" and find that my life is so much less stressful, especially during these difficult economic times, when I can buy a "new to me" dress for a fraction of the price that I would spend at a department store.
I know that there are lots of you out there who feel the same way . . . but our society still tends to view "second-hand" as a negative, rather than see it as a wise investment in our world, and a great way to teach our children that people and things frequently gain value with age. We can teach our children about self-control, financial wisdom, and the gift of peace of mind that will never accompany those $500 shoes or the $300 dress. But if you've got it, it's none of my business how you spend it . . . . I'm just saying, there are other ways to feel good about life and yourself, instead of spending money you don't have, buying things you don't need, to put in your closet that is already jam packed with clothing and shoes that still have those darn expensive price tags still on them. Just a thought for today! Have a great one, and really . ... you are worth so much more than the clothes you wear.
If you are interested in considering the fun of vintage, please visit my little Etsy shop at www.gossamerwingsstudio.etsy.com , and I am filling up my other little online shop this coming week at www.gossamerwingsstudio.bonanzle.com.