Me: I just found these two great new vintage shops in the Annex. B and I went out and tried on everything at the first place and we both scored awesome things – so unique and well-priced.
Lisa: Oh yeah? We should totally go there together.
Me: Definitely. Among other things, I found this amazing vintage full slip in black silk. It’s from the ‘50s. Very practical, yet vavavoom. You know how impossible it is to find a slip when you need one.
Lisa: Aren’t you a bit creeped out by wearing something that, er, intimate?
Me: Not really. It’s probably sat in someone’s closet for half a century, not to mention it was dry cleaned before it went to the shop. And I’m going to dry clean it again and have a couple of snags corrected. But I take your point. I mean, some slips would creep me out.
Lisa: You’re not going to take a picture of yourself in it and put it up on the blog, right? I mean, it’s practically underwear. (Broached with perceptible undertone of horror – and intrigue…)
Me: Of course not – how could you even imagine such a thing!? (Uttered with perceptible undertone of intrigue – and reconsideration) *
*Note to reader (especially my dad): If I won’t wear it on the street, you won’t see it on the blog.
PS: It’s sort of shocking what I’ll wear on the street.