The longer I sell vintage, the rarer certain things become that I didn't think would become rare. This is true in part because time causes destruction. In essence, moth and rust destroy our manmade items. That's a given. But also, we live in a consumeristic society now. I cringe to think it, but I often wonder how many vintage items are thrown away that could be repaired, all because they're moth-ridden, or just "old."
Yet, this rarity also occurs because, as the decades pass, older items become increasingly less common. Which is strange, even for ubiquitous items. I mean, sweaters are everywhere, right? Well, these days, a quality sweater is like a needle in a haystack. They aren't common anymore (don't get me started on modern sweaters = pure trash.)
What I mean is this: a sweater from the '60s is in abundance in the '80s, a little more rare in the '90s, less common in the early 2000s, and by the time I came into the "selling vintage" scene in 2010, just rare enough to make me super happy when I found it.
These days, in 2025, I darn near gasp out loud when I see an amazing mid-century sweater. That happened to me yesterday (I couldn't get it off the rack fast enough), snatched it into my arms, lovingly held on tight throughout my sourcing event, to bring it home in pure happiness.
I'm in awe of the piece. It's a 1950s (perhaps early '60s) wool shawl neck sweater. Wool is so easily destroyed if you don't take care of it. Especially if it's from sixty-plus years ago.This piece looks untouched, as though it had been folded up for decades in a box (which I'm pretty sure it was, judging by the fold lines), waiting patiently to see the light of day again.
Well, that day is here! It's in pristine condition. And tell me, what color says midcentury better than this butterscotch, Dijon mustard blend? It's beautiful. It's a work of art, I say. A simple vintage sweater makes my day, and hopefully, it made yours. This one was sold in San Francisco back in the day, which warms the heart (the heart I left in SF, that is.) That's just a short jaunt down the freeway from me.
And now, it's in the shop waiting for the next wearer.
And that is reason 782 as to why I love vintage clothing. You never know what you'll find, you never know what's out there, and every day, the world of sourcing vintage is different.
Being able to give new life to old clothes... there's nothing better, my vintage friends.
-Heather















