I have a dark secret to share with you, which is likely to be a very unpopular opinion, particularly in the vintage community. Trust me when I say this confession has raised many an eyebrow and the gasp is often heard around the world. There are memes about my truth. It’s resulted in a bar brawl here and there and I’ve lost friends over it. You may decide to stop reading my blog altogether once you hear my terrible secret. Brace yourself people….
There are a few things that are vital to any vintage girl’s wardrobe. I think we might all argue over the finer details – whether the black eyeliner that gives you the perfect cat eye or those 1940’s inspired heels are more important. But there is one thing that we can all agree upon: no self-respecting vintage-loving gal can get very far without her arsenal of petticoats.
I must admit, I’m not one who gets all that into Halloween. Don’t get me wrong, I love to dress up and can carve pumpkins with the best of ’em. But, when it comes to fashion, my heart doesn’t skip a beat for skull prints or cobwebs. I’ve always hated horror movies, avoid haunted houses like the plague, and derive no pleasure from being scared out of my whits. So, when I see a dress that is uber Halloween-specific, I’ll often pass it by in favor of one that can be styled for spooky purposes, but can also be worn…