Tonight I unpacked some of the stuff I brought home from my aunt's yesterday. There's just too much of it!
Most of the haul is pictured here, on my dining room table: 2 sets of floral sheets (earmarked for sundresses); 3 vintage slips in white, pink and pale blue, a ridiculous number of mostly floral hankies, in original folds; a red-and-white check housedress (!) with a border of Scottie dogs. That is so getting cut down to fit me.
I grabbed the hat box out of the closet without even looking in it - I assumed it had a hat or two, but I didn't have a chance to check.
Once upon a time, my aunt was quite the stylish woman. You can't tell that from any of the remaining wardrobe, but apparently her past was put away, in this hatbox, to rest for 50 or so years.
We have pillboxes, covered in flowers. The little one covered in daisies was worn at my christening in 1964; I have the photo to prove it. There are a bunch of those hairband types, including this very cute leopard one with veil, and a green leafy one that I wish I had the guts to wear.
There are little bands made out of feathers in purple, blue and gray. There are hats made entirely out of little flowers. There are veils in all colors.
I wish women still wore hats.
Here's the deal, dear readers - right now, there are 2 sets of 10 hankies each, and 2 vintage nylon slips (pink and blue, approx. bust of 36-38), looking for new homes. There may be more, but as of now, this is just sheer excess. I brought it home because I couldn't give it to the thrift store or chuck it out, although I'm absolutely willing to let it go to you.
One rule: you have to have commented on the blog before, or, barring that, be really really convincing as to why you want my family's clutter to become your clutter.
Tell me what you want to do with violet-sprigged hankies or if you're going to wear the pink slip on the outside or under a fabulous vintage dress.
Or if you're going to make a fabulous vintage dress to wear over it.
Start thinking about what you want. "Bidding" closes Wednesday by noon, so let me know what you want.
And if you're thinking about the hats, I'm not there yet, but you're perfectly free to try to convince me. I can't keep them all; I know that, and I'll never give them the wear they deserve.
So go ahead, have at me. Help me clean the house.