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Sep. 18th, 2010 09:43 pmWandered the shops of Smithville with my family today, and in between going too far down the AC Expressway ("Why are we in Atlantic City?! We're not supposed to be here!"), being bored while my grandma, sister, and mother rode the paddleboats without me and carrying everybody's purses and jackets (I was afraid of knocking things over in shops, so I sat on a bench for a half hour and watched people with large dogs try to discourage them from eating the smaller dogs that passed by), and being deprived of malt vinegar for my fish and chips ("NO I don't want tarter sauce! Is this only a Princeton thing or what, malt vinegar?" "No, they have it at Long John Silver's." "Well that helps me NOW."), I encountered two things I really wanted.
One was eight dollars, which conveniently was all the cash I had. Goats Head Soup, on vinyl, just in case you thought I was done buying useless music-related things. ( Why I love meh new album, blah blah blah )
Anyway, the other Thing was not eight dollars, and I, very, very, very sadly could not afford to spend the forty dollars it was. The shop I picked up Goats Head Soup in also had a bunch of vintage stuff (gee, it was called Vintage & Vinyl....). I dug through a drawer of patterns I found, but they were all bad 80s and 90s ones. Sad. Then I found all their vintage and antique clothing that was lurking in the back of the store, and, let me tell you, it's a good thing I know I have no money, because there was some crappy stuff, but a lot was nice enough for me to be very interested in it. Like the black silk bodice I found, which is the Thing I coveted especially.
(The one crap photo I made my sissy take with her phone. The shop lady was giving us the evil eye, and by that point I knew I wouldn't be able to buy it! Really should have gotten a shot of the back...)
It was, rather unhelpfully, labeled "Victorian." Yeah, thanks. And yes, I partly wanted to buy it to save it from being stored on that hanger. *flail* It was in bad condition already, and the shoulders were ripping, clearly due to being hung like that. Still, it was fascinating to look at all the little construction details -- hooray for unfinished seams! And the ickle brass hooks and bars -- so much stronger than the modern ones. And the ruched trim was hand-sewn on. And the piping around the neck and at the shoulders was done with the thinnest cord I've ever seen.
Covet? Yes, I think covet is the proper word here! Le sigh. I can console myself with 1/ I wouldn't be able to really store it properly either, and 2/ like I need to start an antique clothing collection, along with all the other crap I already collect? I think not. Still, the costumer in me will not be placated and is still pouting mightily!
One was eight dollars, which conveniently was all the cash I had. Goats Head Soup, on vinyl, just in case you thought I was done buying useless music-related things. ( Why I love meh new album, blah blah blah )
Anyway, the other Thing was not eight dollars, and I, very, very, very sadly could not afford to spend the forty dollars it was. The shop I picked up Goats Head Soup in also had a bunch of vintage stuff (gee, it was called Vintage & Vinyl....). I dug through a drawer of patterns I found, but they were all bad 80s and 90s ones. Sad. Then I found all their vintage and antique clothing that was lurking in the back of the store, and, let me tell you, it's a good thing I know I have no money, because there was some crappy stuff, but a lot was nice enough for me to be very interested in it. Like the black silk bodice I found, which is the Thing I coveted especially.
(The one crap photo I made my sissy take with her phone. The shop lady was giving us the evil eye, and by that point I knew I wouldn't be able to buy it! Really should have gotten a shot of the back...)
It was, rather unhelpfully, labeled "Victorian." Yeah, thanks. And yes, I partly wanted to buy it to save it from being stored on that hanger. *flail* It was in bad condition already, and the shoulders were ripping, clearly due to being hung like that. Still, it was fascinating to look at all the little construction details -- hooray for unfinished seams! And the ickle brass hooks and bars -- so much stronger than the modern ones. And the ruched trim was hand-sewn on. And the piping around the neck and at the shoulders was done with the thinnest cord I've ever seen.
Covet? Yes, I think covet is the proper word here! Le sigh. I can console myself with 1/ I wouldn't be able to really store it properly either, and 2/ like I need to start an antique clothing collection, along with all the other crap I already collect? I think not. Still, the costumer in me will not be placated and is still pouting mightily!
