There isn't a single moment that I can recall when I decided to fall in love with vintage.
When I walk into an estate sale that is a direct reflection of the past, my heart begins to race. Although it sounds maybe a little odd, I have a physical reaction to these vintage wares. Excitement, a burst of energy, goosebumps and they especially touch my soul. Let me tell you, I don't have this same reaction at Target. While I appreciate what they have to sell, it just doesn't do anything for me.
Even Anthropolgie, which I have gushed and gushed about in many previous ATG blog posts, does so little for me. I want authentic aging, a darkened patina and an old energy to what I buy and place in my home.
I want to fully surround myself with vintage (except necessities of course like my Mac, iphone, Tivo :-) I want to walk into my home and feel the vintage energy that these objects radiate. My couch, desk, table, lamps, artwork, decor, kitchenware and clocks are decades old. I feel so at home here surrounded by these.
When I walk into a faux vintage home, filled with Pottery Barn and Restoration Hardware, I can admire the style but I can't feel anything from it. Just appreciate that these brands are attempting to copy authentically vintage items. Very cleverly so, but nothing can replicate true age.
My childhood home was filled with lots of vintage oak furniture from the 1920's. We even have a secretary cabinet nicknamed "The General" that supposedly came out of a general's office at the capitol building in Sacramento. It's those stories that my parents shared with me that sparked my interest. Their "old stuff" arrived in our home with stories and history. In my opinion, particle board junk made in China mostly has sad stories attached to it.
Why do I adore selling vintage? I want to continue those stories and delight associated with vintage items. Although most things that I purchase don't include the story of where I got them when I sell them to the next owner, they still will have the enchantment of knowing there is history behind their 50 year old Danish Modern glassware. It's the unspoken tales that our subconscious is aware of.
It's that drive to love vintage that wakes me up at silly hours of the morning to go and wait 3 or 4 hours for an estate sale to open. I want to be first in the door in order to have the opportunity to see the house as it was left. It's often a nearly perfect example of a vintage past. These time capsule homes are rarer than your average sale but when do I uncover them my soul is filled with absolute pleasure. Kitchens filled with 1960's food packaging, 40 year old toiletries in the bathroom and 1950's Sunset Magazines on the coffee table. These homes are truly a gift to those that adore and honor vintage.
How long will my affair with vintage last? I don't really know. I do feel that day to day I am much happier than the old me who would feel so much satisfaction from spending money in a retail setting. Or the old me that actually was defined by what I owned. While I now love what I own, I don't need any of it. I could sell it all if the price was right. My living room in fact is beginning to look like an eBay showroom with items listed but on display in my home until they sell. A part of me is purely content with this ReSeller's lifestyle. I wouldn't change a thing.
How deep in love are you with vintage?