I would start this off with the traditional Once Upon a Time, but I don’t want you to think that this is a typical fairytale with princess, princes, and dragons. Anyways as much as I like the old Once Upon a Time, Kate Spade just says it a tad bit better: “Playing dress up begins at age 5 and never truly ends.”
Like I said, this is not a traditional fairytale , but is instead a story about my grand debut into the fashion world. It all began on my 7th birthday, (yes a little later than what Kate had in mind), when my mom got me, the best gift a 7 year old girl could imagine. No it was not a glass slipper, or an enchanted rose, or a poisoned apple. It was something much better; the ultimate dress up kit.
This kit was my first “designer” collection that my mom had compiled of clothes from my older cousins, aunts and even grandmothers. Of course they were by no means designer standard. No Gucci, or Prada or anything like that. Instead it was a collection of old prom dresses filled with lots of tulle, glittery shawls that were definitely outdated, feathered coats that could rival those of Carrie Bradshaw’s, heels, hats and more. Basically clothes that nobody no longer wanted or thought were too old and would ultimately end up in a Thrift Store!
You must be thinking why on earth would her mom get her old, dirty clothes? Any normal person would think that, but to me these were great! (Cue my start into thrifting. Yay!) I didn’t care that they were old clothes, outdated clothes, or clothes that would’ve ended up in a thrift store. No my 7 year old self was in a fashion heaven. The moment I had put those clothes on my body, they were no longer old, outdated or unwanted, but had a new spirit to them. Feathers seemed to dance alive, heels clicked and clacked, tulle sprang from underneath layers. (You might be thinking that this sure sounds like it came from a page from Beauty and the Beast, but I swear I had transformed these clothes and they had transformed me.)
I can still remember the feeling of twirling around in those new dresses, strutting the dining room runway in my too big for my feet heels, and making my mom and dad take pictures of me. To this day, I realize that nothing much has changed. I still love to “play” dress up, I still strut around my apartment in my cutest heels and new outfits, and I still make my husband take pictures of me.
That 7th birthday brought to me not only piles of my relatives unwanted clothes, but also my love of anything fashion. My mission from that day forward was to make not only those clothes, but all clothes in the future, feel wanted and special. I had to be the Fairy Godmother that would transform old, worn, secondhand clothes, into the Cinderellas of the ball. Cue my new found love of Thrifting!
Some may gasp at the very idea of Thrift Stores, but they had everything I was looking for. Worn clothes. Check. Outdated outfits. Check. Unwanted piles. Check. Prices that were extremely affordable. Double Check. All they needed was a swish from my magic wand, a bippity-boppity-boo and they were as good as new!
In typical fairy tale fashion,
they lived happily ever after. Of course the clothes lived happily ever after, but as I said before, this is not a typical fairytale. This is The Grand Secondhand where I continue my love for fashion by discovering old and new thrift stores and continuing to find those perfect pieces to hang in my almost walk in closet. Pieces that went in old and worn and came out classy, elegant, and full of style, but at a price that will make you smile!