We have a collection of vintage garments dating back to the 1860s. Seeing as I’m the only one in my office with a history background, it became my project. My beautiful, often times frustrating, never-ending project.
So far, I’ve been cataloging each piece, photographing it (with an actual camera, not the quick iPad shots you see here), perhaps blogging about it, arranging displays, and ultimately–and sadly–boxing it back up.
I wish I could adequately describe how the garments feel. The lace is amazing–soft and light and unbelievable. The silk linings are so soft and wispy it is like touching a 120 year old cloud. I could go on and on (but won’t–it’s hard to describe these without sounding uber pretentious). It’s better than holding a tiny, fluffy kitten.
Today, it is ok to be jealous.