relic rehab
{ pants : vintage,jacket : vintage, striped t-shirt : hill road, shoes : aldo, retro radio bag : bought in spain, bangles : gift, watch : crawford market, charm bracelet : eternia, ring : colaba sunnies : prada minimal baroque }
Everybody has an addiction. A guilty pleasure that helps get them through the day. My little substance abuse problem is vintage clothing. Stage an intervention or call in VA, my mania runs so deep that it’s taken over more than half my closet and I won’t leave home till I have at least something vintage on!
Almost like insurance, I seek solace in knowing that I own something so original and unique that i’ll never encounter another girl showing up in the same cookie cutter dress from a local high street store. Adrenaline rushes through me when I think that each piece probably has a history. A colourful past made up of fabulous previous owners and their doting admirers. And I love how each piece reminds me of how it came into my possession during my travels.
Maybe I’m in denial, but I feel as if giving these once neglected numbers a new lease on life is kind of like recycling. Beautiful, one of a kind and eco friendly = a definite win-win, non?
Am I just a hopeless addict or did some of that make sense to anybody besides me? Share your thoughts in the comment section!
Bisou bisou,
Anushka