my sisters have always loved to shop at vintage stores. i always hated it. i’m not sure if it was the process of ‘digging’ for clothes or if i just never found anything that worked (without having to sew, add, alter). i always thought i was more well suited to shop new items hanging delicately on a pretty hanger, ready for me to purchase, take home and wear.
when we would get together, they would always want to go out on a hunt for unique and interesting finds. for some reason….i just didn’t get it then, i would roll my eyes at them to have to go thrifting. (again? i would say)
since being back from france, a gigantic lightbulb has clicked on in my head.
i’m not sure what caused it….but i do know that it is a result of me ‘getting back to basics’ so to speak.
in france, i feel as though i stripped out a lot of the things in my life that were negatively influencing me….and (a big one) the pressure to consume. to keep up with the jones’. and i don’t even know if i ever really gave a shit anyway? i think it was more that the people i encountered on a daily basis expected me to care…to ‘have more’ to ‘have it all’. (what does that even mean anyway, right?)
i think vintage items, especially items from a family member or someone you know (or know the story behind) have souls. ready to laugh at me? but it’s true! perhaps it’s more of an emotional attachment to something that is in it’s second life, vintage items that were cared for, cherished and are now in my possession. they mean something.
my granny was a gifted seamstress. she had a sewing room that would be a sewer’s dream! she used to make us pretty dresses, awesome barbie clothes and how could i ever forget the matching scotty dogs she made for us? do you know that i don’t know how to use a sewing machine? (ok, i think i perhaps used one to make a pillow when i was in college…but does that even count?) it makes me sad to know that I never even really gave it much thought.
so in my quest to simplify, stay true to reducing consumption and to acquire more quality vintage items, i purchased a vintage necchi italian-made sewing machine. it needs to be cleaned, oiled and a through tune-up, but she is beautiful!
she comes complete in a vintage cabinet with a matching chair…i love it! i even have the original factory tag printed in italian. originally owned by a lady named trudy who kept it at her home in ludington, mi. i can tell she took care of it, as will i.
if my granny knew, perhaps she would smile….i’m just sorry it took me so long to realize all of this.
if only i had understood back then what my sisters already knew, values they already live by….
better late than never…right? maybe i’ll be able to sew with as much talent and heart as my granny did ;-)