Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved styles and fashion from the past. I mean, looking at the elegance of the 1920’s and the Harlem Renaissance to the sharp dressed men and women of The Civil Rights movement to the meaningful rebellion of the late sixties to the dope neon spandex leggings in the 80’s. Yes, you know I love the 80’s because that’s when I sewed my #berryberrystylish oats!
I was born in Ohio but my life as a young tendah all happened in Lexington, KY. My family moved us to sexy Lex when I just four years old. All of my stylish experiences developed in my hometown. In elementary, I wore suits to picture day.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Josh Gaines was my boyfriend. We were serious–he called me and sat next to me at lunch. But, soon, my tastes for vintage and classic styles drove his love for me away. What? We went to middle school and it got weird. Anyhoo, I put my hands on every teen magazine in my reach and began to study. By high school, I evolved. W magazine was my go-to fashion mag of choice. If men’s suits were on trend, I would sneak into the musty bedroom of my two older brothers while they were sleep and stole their swag.
I mean, I didn’t steal–I politely borrowed in the middle of the night. Matter of fact, all family clothes were game to me. Dad’s closet has some jewels in them, too! The next day at school, I wore my father’s multi-colored and flowered suspenders, my apple green snug textured cami, and my older brother’s pin striped suit with chocolate brown combat boots. You couldn’t tell me nothing. My fashion sense was cutting edge in the bluegrass state. In college, I began to shop at local thrift stores. There was a cool vintage shop on South Broadway back in the early 2000’s and I got all my corduroys, extremely wide leg pants, and dresses from this place. I couldn’t remember the name. I even googled it. No luck. My mom always told me I was stuck in the wrong decade. The prints and patterns of the 60’s and 70’s give me so much of everything. They rock my world.
In NYC, the abundance of vintage clothing stores overwhelmed me in every possible GLORIOUS way! Soho is where I first discovered my old go-to shops, “Zachary’s Closet” on Bleecker. It closed a few years ago but since then, I’ve stumbled upon cool boutiques and thrift stores in the all the five boroughs. I am huge fan of Tracy Chambers Vintage in Brooklyn, L Train, and Salvation Army on Steinway in Astoria. Great clothes!
FOX HOUSE VINTAGE IN LEXINGTON,KY
Now, I’ve been visiting Lexington for the past two weeks and it’s been pretty amazing! And guess what? I found another vintage store gem that I just have to tell you about! Fox House Vintage, a quaint store on 151 East High St. in Lexington, KY, caught my eye while I was hoofing it with my mom to Kroger. My walking game is strong. NYC taught me so well. And, my mom plays no games, either. So, like a magnet, my body pulled me across the street because that sales rack looked fancy and I immediately imagined the awesomeness that was about to ensue. The print candy and the artful hems were melting in my fashion mouth. So, I grabbed a few winners and walked in to meet the equally fabulous Lauralee, the store owner. Everything was so reasonably priced, I had to look twice, ya’ll. I bought an aquamarine number that fit my curves just right! Check them out when you are ever visiting the sexy Lex! It’d be a worthwhile trip.
So, I hope to go back before I leave here but loving vintage and being curvy is truly fun because sometimes these clothes nowadays are meant for the shape of a nine year old boy. I mean, I have nothing against them but, you know add some variety for us shapely sixes, eights, and tens. I’m not considered plus but I’m not considered standard size so, I just find what’s right for me, in all stores, and keep it moving. Plus, buying vintage can save you money and we all know how amazing extra money in your pockets would be, right? I think it’s worked for me so far. Vintage is #life.