Start Your Engines!

Growing up, I was a pretty normal kid. Took ballet, piano, played Barbies.

But in friendships, I was never the trailblazer. I was more of the sidekick.

That is, until I got into theatre. It was then that I found a group of people who were not only talented, but unafraid to be themselves, be genuine. It was something I hadn't come across in a long time. Like a breath of fresh air. It was then that I met a very special person. His name was Mitchell.
We met the summer of my sophomore year through a play.
And when I was feeling lost and didn't know who I was, he asked me one simple question: What do YOU like?
And from this, my love of vintage began to take root.

I realized I loved bopping along to my mom's oldies in the car.
I loved the style of classic film and how glamorous the women all looked.
I loved pompadours and red lipstick, Rosie the Riveter and delicious cherries.

Instead of obsessing over "new" clothes and the "latest" fad. I started hitting the Goodwills and Salvation Armys of the world.

And I fell. Head over heels.
And I felt like me. Like the TRUE me.

 Then, I moved on, or I matured. Found the man I'm married to now, I gained a little weight, which probably made me feel like I couldn't or shouldn't keep wearing vintage, or I was getting too old and it was more than a costume than a real outfit. I honestly don't know why. But it faded.
Another thing, I went on to get my BA in Theatre and then get into grad school for Acting. And I guess I thought I should find a "neutral" for life. Which is true. I shouldn't go in for an audition in all my get up, but that doesn't mean I can't still wear it! I know plenty of actresses...anyway.
Now, I am 23 years old. I'm married. I'm in grad school for Acting. And I love vintage.

So let's do this!
-L