I popped into a local thrift store yesterday, for a bit of treasure-hunting. Alas, the treasure I was seeking - pristine white and light-colored tops for summer - eluded me.
But I did not go away empty-handed. Ah no. Here is what I came away with...
1. A vintage faux-fur cropped jacket by Cejon.
|According to the tag, this is faux fur. You coulda had me fooled, because it feels like the real deal.|
2. An open-back, vintage velvet bodysuit from Contempo Casuals:
|I was thrilled to find this, as I frequently use bodysuits for costuming. This will be the basis of my Cat Sidhe costume at the next DragonCon.|
3. This uh-mazing Ralph Lauren full-length gown - made out of a tweedy sweater knit. It has an elegant, low-key, Morticia Addams-vibe.
|Seriously, I have NO idea where I am going to wear this. But I am going to wear this next winter.|
4. This unspeakably cool black patent leather skirt (genuine leather, I might add), by Barami. Fits like a glove!
5. And the piece de resistance... a Brisa reversible sheared mink jacket, with a fox fur collar. It is in MINT condition.
|I googled this. Brisa is a line carried at Nordstrom's Fur Salon. Someone recently sold a similar, pre-owned jacket on eBay for over $1000.|
I must admit, this last one had me flummoxed. Who gives away a mink jacket to a thrift shop? JC answered that for me. "Probably from an estate". I conceded the probable accuracy of that.
I did purchase other things, but as I was going back through them... I realized something...
These five items have several common factors:
1. They are all luxurious items - rich, soft to the touch, warm, made of gorgeous materials.
2. There is a uniformity of color and shape.
3. They all fit me perfectly.
Is it possible, I wonder, that they came from the same person?
I like to think so. I like to imagine a woman, my size, but probably several inches taller. The Ralph Lauren dress is long on me, even with four-inch heels.
I like to imagine this woman is elegant, impeccably groomed, well-read, well-travelled, high-spirited, a bit of a rebel...
And adventurous in all the very best ways. A placid woman doesn't wear a skirt like that.
I am fascinated with the idea of this woman. I would love to meet this woman, and hear her stories. I know she's got stories.
I truly hope that, if I am correct in my single-owner surmise, that this owner is alive and well, and thriving... and having grand adventures of the very best sort.