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Freshly spoilt from the luxury of vintage market shopping on Sunday I began today to feel the pangs of vintage withdrawal. Having worn, for the third day running, my beautiful £10 vintage dress (hygiene is nothing, style is everything), my thoughts turned to pastures new (or old). So I decided to have a hunt on ebay at leisure.

This was my downfall. Leisure is not a useful quality on the ebay hunt. If you are to achieve a killing (ok I am taking this metaphor far too seriously now) you cannot take your eye off the ball (another unsuitable metaphor) for more than a second. I did and nothing but disappointment was to follow.

I was watching a particularly tasty vintage nautical dress. It was white with a red and blue (naturally) rope and anchor motif that ran through it. It had pretty little rolled up and buttoned sleeves and a cute, red patent belt with it.  I planned to work the look along with my oversized white plastic watch, fake gold ban the bomb earrings and long necklace (these were bought for me as a joke and I am telling you they work a treat) and a pair of sharp, high black heels to match the heavy liner look of my eyes.

As I sat contemplating how fantastic this would look the next time I jaunted off for Saturday cocktails – laughing as I walk, casually, as if everyone is watching, flicking my tatty, backcombed hair over my shoulder – I just so happened to miss the final minutes of the auction. Snapping out of my daydream, I turned to see my bid, seconds from finish, sneakily outbid as if by stealth, leaving me with that evil, pit-of-my-stomach churning message, “You have been outbid”. With only 3 seconds left to increase my offering, I lost out big time.

Counting, chickens and hatched comes to mind. Damn them chickens, they looked bloody marvellous in that nautical dress with their stiletto heels on and their eyes goth black, sipping cocktails on the balcony (now that is an interesting thought). I am left only more determined to find a new old thing to wear or else risk turning everyone’s delight at my beautiful new dress to horror as I wear it for too many more days.

The hunt is back on, only this time I will not take my eye off the sweaty ball and risk offending too many chickens in high heels.

Today I listened to: His Young Heart EP by Daughter

This is another snapshot from the Vintage Village on sunday. We all liked how the three of us were in the mirror – easily pleased sorts that we are!
© Anne Louise Kershaw