I want to know where this fascination with vintage clothes shopping originated…

I mean, why do so many people think it is so totally rad to be dressed head to toe in another person’s rags?

I can see how sometimes it would be cool. If you scower the streets of Paris and find a vintage Chanel scarf or some other truly one-of-a-kind trophy piece, let’s say.

But seriously people, what are the chances of you finding a piece that genuine in the Value Village in Niagara Falls?

I’ve tried to hop on to that hipster wagon and catch the vintage shopping buzz. I wanted to see just what was so special about purchasing your entire wardrobe from Value Village. But the moment I walked in I wanted to run screaming into the nearest Holt Renfrew.

However, I decided to give it another chance.

I cruised the aisles one-by-one. I saw old plaid shirts, used bathrobes, a couple wedding dresses. I wanted to gasp at the sight of used socks but the mothball scent was overwhelming me and I started to feel faint.

I did, however, make off with a pair of suspenders. I didn’t want the whole trip to be a bust and I thought they were pretty goofy. Still, I failed to see what all the fuss was about.

I kept imagining the clothes were taken off some old lady corpse and purchasing it would mean I would be forever haunted by ghosts of styles past.

Moral of the blog folks: stick with vintage parisian shops, ditch the sad north american non-equivalents.

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