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This is an interesting thread. I don't have much actual vintage, and am far too much of a "clothes horse" to limit myself to actual vintage. If I see it and like it (and have the money), I buy it. I've spent $80 at a thrift store at one time.
At first, the lipstick was hard to get used to. Now I get comments if I go to school without lipstick. I eased into wearing hats and gloves. For work, I've always had to dress strictly business casual at a minimum (skirt & blazer) so it wasn't much of a jump to wearing suits along with the skirts and blazers. I've always liked dressing up, and had been "dressing up" for years. I don't consider rolling my hair to be too "out there" unless I go to a professional conference. It's just another way I wear my hair.
My husband loves me wearing vintage. Particularly the undergarments. He's bought me almost every piece of vintage I have.
I think part of it is getting used to it. When I first got my vintage glasses, I was aware of everyone who looked at me funny. Now when I go into the store, I think: "Why are they looking at me?" I've forgotten I look different than anyone else. Once you've gotten used to something it becomes a part of you.
At first, the lipstick was hard to get used to. Now I get comments if I go to school without lipstick. I eased into wearing hats and gloves. For work, I've always had to dress strictly business casual at a minimum (skirt & blazer) so it wasn't much of a jump to wearing suits along with the skirts and blazers. I've always liked dressing up, and had been "dressing up" for years. I don't consider rolling my hair to be too "out there" unless I go to a professional conference. It's just another way I wear my hair.
My husband loves me wearing vintage. Particularly the undergarments. He's bought me almost every piece of vintage I have.
I think part of it is getting used to it. When I first got my vintage glasses, I was aware of everyone who looked at me funny. Now when I go into the store, I think: "Why are they looking at me?" I've forgotten I look different than anyone else. Once you've gotten used to something it becomes a part of you.