Where the hell have I been? You might be wondering, well at least I know some of you are-thanks Dad. I have been drowning in vintage dresses. Cleaning,steaming, repairing and pricing.
A week ago I was knee deep in a dreary dark moldy basement, syphoning through piles of vintage clothes. I seriously had a caving lamp on my head. I jokingly asked the estate overseer's for one and they just so happened to have one on hand. Thousands of dresses, coats and sweaters had been left for dead in this dank and miserable basement. Beautiful 50's cotton shirtwaist dresses hung covered in dust, some never worn. Who knew? The women who had worn them had passed away years ago. The house had been left untouched at the end of a gravel road in Vancouver. It wasn't until her son had decided to call an estate company that they were discovered. Lucky for me( and you) I happened to be in the right place at the right time. I had wandered in to a very chi-chi antique store in north west and casually mentioned my position as GRAND PROPRIETRESS of Xtabay Vintage. Impressed by my title, she let me in on the secret location in which the dresses were hiding. I jumped into my Honda and charged up the I5 corridor crossing the Columbia and heading into the fashion mecca of THE 'COUV.