I’m not talking about the Fortuny in the photo above. That Fortuny was found by my friend Tiffany of Pinky-a-GoGo Vintage at an estate sale. That estate was the stuff dreams are made of, and as you might have guessed, I’m still a little envious even though that find was over three years ago!
This month’s Outside magazine has a fascinating article about a man who makes his living hunting down vintage denim in the western US. And I mean hunting in every sense of the word. The article tells how he tracks down leads and is undaunted even by hissing snakes in wells and such places. (Yes, you really DO need to read the article!)
At first all I could think about was how crazy he seemed, to be so determined to find vintage denim that he would actually put his life in danger. But then I realized that most vintage hunters, and collectors in general do face all kinds of places that are not exactly pleasant. I’ve been to some estate sales that should have been called “dump” sales, and the Goodwill Clearance center I’ve become so fond of isn’t exactly a paradise either. So what makes us go to such lengths in search of the good stuff?
I’m guessing that it is the lure of the possibility. I know that part of my attraction to the clearance bins is that I have seen the couture Dior that was pulled from them. And if I saw one of those little round Fortuny boxes on the other side of a snake pit, I think I could come up with a way to get to it unscathed. After all, I have seen all the Indiana Jones movies, and surely I’ve learned something from them!
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Really funny story about the thrift store stalking… I’ve definitely been on both ends of that experience:)
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