Facebook just reminded me that it’s been 3 years to the day since I debuted my (online) vintage store I love you again at my first ever market! Wow…I look like such a baby in the above photo! haha (I also still have that dress, though it’s super delicate and i’m a little too scared to wear it anywhere!)
And while it feels like only yesterday, it also feels like a lifetime ago!
I’m still not sure how I feel about it all to be honest…I felt a lot of shame for quite a while – I felt (and still probably do feel) like I failed. And fear of failure is what stopped me from starting earlier, so you can only imagine having not made a success of it has only impacted even more…It’s definitiely a sore spot for me, even looking at some of the photos from my stalls and photoshoots is quite painful. This may explain why I deleted my website, put my etsy store on indefinite holiday-mode and deleted all but 10 of my instagram photos…I guess it’s something I’ll need to work through…
A little over a year ago I decided to get rid of everything. We hired a van, loaded it up and took everything to a local market. I sold through half of my vintage clothing in an hour (mostly to one person…) and by the end of the day I felt lighter and happier than I had in years. I realised that being a vintage seller was not for me, and I was ok with that.
We had another stall at the local market, shifted even more stock and managed to bring the rest back from our storage unit (prior to that everything had been housed in our one bedroom apartment…! Don’t even get me started!). I planned on bulk-listing the remaining stock online to shift the last of it, but after weeks of procrastination I’d had enough. Everything was bundled up and Mike hauled it away to donate to charity stores.
Now I did keep one small bag of items I just couldn’t part with (and these are still living under my bed) and my personal wardrobe grew slightly as I filtered some dresses back into rotation…but that was that. I had a self imposed ban on buying any vintage or even going into an op-shop (thrift store) for fear of a relapse, but after 6 months I finally got over it. I went op-shopping and bought one gorgeous vintage dress (that I’ve already worn a half dozen times) and that has been that.
The internet does make it more difficult, and I’ve had to show a lot of restraint of late…though I splurged and bought myself 3 vintage dresses for my birthday (that’s what birthdays are for, right?!)
I still love vintage you see – vintage dresses have forever been my weakness. I still love buying and wearing them for myself, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
I’ve had ample time to dissect it all – everything I did, where I went wrong (where I went right!), and what I would do differently if I were to ever venture down that path again. Not to say that I am. I haven’t exactly closed the door, but for the moment I’m happy just buying vintage for pleasure.
Even though so much changes, some things remain the same…
Thanks for the memories Facebook! Here’s to more growing and learning…