Vintage Finds

I have an unhealthy affinity for shopping, I think that has been established. One of my favorite types is vintage shopping. There is nothing like the thrill of finding a Chanel scarf, a black linen Dolce & Gabanna dress or a sable stole among the racks that would fit perfectly in your wardrobe (and yes, each of the aforementioned items have found their way to me). Not only are you oftentimes paying hundreds of dollars less than the original price, you are getting something with a story. Someone owned this before you. Where did they wear it? What were they thinking and who were they with?

The most recent garment and new story to be added to my closet was found about three weeks ago in Georgetown. After struggling to find parking, Lightening finally flashed into a spot on Wisconsin and P, where my eyes fell on a vintage store I never knew existed. Just from a glance I knew it was easily on par with my California favorite ‘Labels,’ and when I walked in to Ella-Rue, I realized it was better.

Filled with designer baubles new and old, the store had me in an instant. From its selection of shoes and jewels to its well-organized racks, I immediately knew Ella-Rue and I would have a long and successful relationship. But I wasn’t expecting it to begin so soon. Within minutes, I saw a dress that took my breath away. Winter white and made of cotton, linen and silk, this Lela Rose confection with sparkling silver threading made me giddy. Then I looked at the price tag. Even used, some articles of clothing can still break the bank, and this was definitely one of them. I told myself to walk away, to not even try it on, but I found myself gingerly carrying it into the fitting room all the same. I was praying it would be too small.  It wasn’t. In fact, it fit as if someone had tailored it with me in mind. I had no choice. The dress was coming home with me.

It has only been worn once too, I was told. By a bride at her rehearsal dinner. I can’t imagine what possessed her to release it from her wardrobe, but I am grateful to her for allowing it to fall into my hands.

Now I just have to find a place worthy of this dress. I know I will find the opportunity soon – even if I can’t eat or drink colored liquids for fear of marring the dress’ beauty.