This blog began with stories of consignment stores and vintage stores, but is morphing into nostalgic musings about disappearing or disappeared objects, and reflections on things that endure.
Monday, February 10, 2020
Oscars' Night in Vermont
For the first time ever, I attended an Oscars' party. This one is hosted by my favorite consignment store in White River Junction, Revolution. I actually bought the jacket there, a thick wool black and white polka dotted number with a Lord and Taylor tag. The dress came from the online store, Poshmark, which, like eBay, sells everything under the sun. The necklace is a vintage piece I found in New York City, the pin was a gift from my brother (I think), and the shoes are Fluevog, which I bought new but on sale. Ah, yes, the purse came from a little shop in Paris, new, alas. The earrings are also new, but handmade by a local jeweler.
It is odd that we need an Oscar party in order to pull out of the closet things that we don't normally wear. When Revolution is ready with its own photos, I will link their page to mine. Meanwhile, words to describe: loads of long sequined gowns, perhaps not worn since prom or that wedding in which somebody was a maid of honor. I didn't have to buy a new (used) dress for this occasion. I could have worn something from my closet. But I understood that Oscars night means shiny, razzle dazzle, fun, sexy (!) and none of my long dresses really express all of the above. So I went for short and a little shiny.
The takeaway from the evening was that once in a while we need a bit of fun, and most important, we need to pull some things out of our closets and drawers that we never dare to wear otherwise.
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