I was sorting through bins upon bins of vintage clothing I have collected over the years and realized I needed to let go of some of my treasures which I logically call inventory. Selling vintage is a very difficult process for those of us that see the beauty in items that others might not. We want to rescue it all – give it new life. We want to show it love and attention. We ignore the stains and rips and tell it it is beautiful in our eyes.
Sometimes I find a vintage garment or home good and I am conscious of its flaws. I know it will take some work to revive it or make it presentable. I know it’s probably best to pass it up. Just say no. But the potential! But it’s rare! But it’s almost perfect.
And as much mending, polishing, re-dying, re-painting as I put in, it is still going to be worth much less to everyone else than it is to me.
And my most valuable pieces? Yes, this is how hoarding starts my friends. They are too beautiful and too valuable to let go. It’s time to decide if I am a collector or dealer – a fine line always.
This is all a parallel of what my personal life has been for almost a year, which is why you haven’t heard from me. Letting go has been a painful process. It seems that as soon as you let go of one important thing in your life, it’s soon time to let go of another.
So I took some time off to let go of many things. And I realized that when I let go of personal human treasures from the past, it made me focus on letting go of the physical vintage treasures piling up and reviving the activities that make me happy like blogging and discussing vintage.
So I’m back.
The blog will be taking a new direction – not just focused on vintage clothing, but home and lifestyle as well. I hope you will revisit me and come along for the ride.
For now, I am letting go of the guilt of not blogging, letting go of a ton of vintage treasures, and letting go of any goals and expectations that aren’t a direct reflection of who I am and what I love. I hope you love it too.