I don’t own very much vintage; most of what I wear is reproduction I have made myself, but I do have a few real vintage pieces. If I had to choose a favourite, it would be this Astra Fur 1967 faux astrakhan fur coat with a real fur collar, which I wore in my last post.
I found it for a song at a Goodwill thrift store a few years ago, in surprisingly good shape. The black dot on the left side of the collar is actually a button- there is a buttonhole on the other side of the collar.
So, why is this coat my favourite? Not only because it is fabulous 🙂 but because I found an advertisement for this exact coat in a magazine called “Woman and Home” from 1967. (Were you wondering how I could date it so precisely?) It’s always neat when you find original advertisements, and especially when it is for something that you own!
The girl who wears high heels and dresses daily. The girl who wears fur coats and hats. The girl who wears cat eye liner and bleaches her hair blonde, or perhaps dyes it pink. The girl who stands out from pretty much everyone else around her, because she wears vintage. And lets face it- in Alberta that is not really as common a sight as other areas of the world.
Usually I don’t notice it. I just wear what I want and don’t take a second thought. But then sometimes I wonder to myself- what do other people think?
Sometimes when I go out, especially with my friends or family, my first instinct is to grab my vintage fur, or my widest brimmed hat, but then I end up backing out and wearing something relatively “normal” and unobtrusive. None of my friends wear vintage; most of them live in jeans and a t-shirt (and there’s nothing wrong with that!), and so I sometimes think that I will stand out from them and look strange. It’s not like anyone actually thinks that- that’s just my own self consciousness and doubt, but it’s kind of hard to be different sometimes.
But, I am coming to realize that vintage fashion is my “thing”. Fashion is supposed to be fun. And fun for me is a ridiculously full skirted dress or a fluffy feathery fascinator. Just because that’s not everyone else’s thing, doesn’t mean it can’t be mine. And, whenever I do dress up, I enjoy it so much more.
So on days like that, when I doubt, I instead decide to wrap my hair up in a turban and pull out my best fur coat. And I do love it. It’s my thing. I’m just that girl.
Hello everyone and welcome to my new little corner of the internet! For many years I have followed the blogs of many people, learned so much from what they have shared, and enjoyed the online community – but mainly from the outside. I have finally decided that it is time for me to get involved in the online world, and share with you what I have to offer in return.
So, why the artyologist? Well, it seems to be the best way to describe what I want this blog to be: the creative outlet of a vintage loving, artist/photographer, who loves to make & wear 1930’s-1950’s fashions everyday and create a bit of beauty wherever she goes. The play on words with “archeologist” pretty much sums up my love for all things vintage, and the “arty” sums up my love for creativity.