I had honed in on this shifty 60s summer number (a murderous vintage confection of austere crisp cotton, scalloped eyelet lace, bijou buttons, and thoughtfully placed darts) the day before my birthday whilst shopping at a high end vintage boutique in Wicker Park with Rory, but had practically swallowed my own tongue gulping back a tear as I slowly backed away from its glorious perfection and $60 price tag.
Around midnight after a birthday nightcap, I was again considering
blowing my internet bill money on something that I had convinced
myself would be inexplicably magnetic to all forms of processed
tomatoes. As I turned the corner to our gracious hosts’ guest room,
there it was… lying there like a freshly printed $100 bill on the
sidewalk, The Dress.
Thank you sweet Rory, and Jeebus too!
When I returned from Chicago and got together with my twin sister Eve
for our belated birthday dinner and she unceremoniously handed me
these pristine vintage mary jane ankle booties in the most amazing
goldy green color of peachfuzz suede, I nearly shed a tear.
The best part is that my boyfriend had actually managed to talk the price of the frock down to about $30 (so proud! sniff!) and the shoes were scored at a thrift store for $3!!
The tag reads, “Designed by Mary Quant for Penny’s.”
MARY fucking QUANT. She’s like the Andy Warhol of 60s fashion.