Living on a little Alaskan island three years ago in the midst of dark winter was when and where I discovered Etsy, and realized my looming fate revolving that delicious word vintage.
. . . I began collecting ornate beaded silk cloaks to wear to my day job, 1970's batik caftans with those irresistible pointy wizard sleeves, and odd layers of many colors and lace so that the long Alaskan winter did not swallow me whole.
Yes, I trudged though blankets of snow in cold wind hiding some sequin palace blouse or dress beneath my thick coat that I would reveal like the light of ten thousand suns when I was in a warm building again!
. . . I started selling and sharing these beauties, too, and few years later I am still at it.
I am living in rural Montana now, and taking little road trips here and there searching all about the wildernesses of the civilized realms for secret vintage treasures hidden amidst the rubble.
Sometimes I meet quiet gatekeepers (wizard assistants, kind gnome men and women with one hundred hues of blues in their beard or hair) that lead me to closets, attics, and little boutiques like rare marvelous crystals hiding to where I find pretties for you, and for me, so that we transform into mermaid gypsies adorned in fabulous old world threads, you see? And swim in rainbow opal colored vintage cloth mountains forever! And ever! Weeeeee !