How began my journey into the realm of vintage... (part one)
Love for old stuff was instilled in me by my great-grandmother, a veteran of the Second World War. Her youth fell on difficult war years, but her whole life filled with exhausting physical labor can hardly be called easy. She was born into a wealthy family, but the wealth was lost when she was only 7 years old and from then on her hardships began. Therefore, she always treated every thing with respect - she never threw away old clothes, darned and altered them. Until her death, she remained true to the old classics, she never wore jeans or tracksuits or sneakers, but wore dresses, skirts, blouses, coats, shoes and even stockings. Unfortunately, due to life circumstances, many of her things of 1940-1960 were lost and this was a great blow to her. Due to constant money problems, she was no longer able to acquire things like the lost ones. But according to my mother, she had wonderful dresses and hats made of real silk velvet! Unfortunately she died when I was too little girl and she nev...
