Dawn: vtg 80s bandage bodycon cut-out mesh mini dress xs/s
Dawn was fuming. She’d been stood up again. Something about those Wall Street types made them act like real jerks. They’d wine and dine you and let you use the carphone to make long distance calls one week and then the next they’d have their secretary tell you you weren’t in the Rolodex of “approved” people. It was downright insulting what those pigs thought they could get away with.
Dawn was all dressed up in her skin tight black dress, and she had no plans to take it off herself. She knew she could find a one night boy toy to help her with her predicament…
Ashley: vtg 80s tiny ruffled sheer crinoline mini dress xxs/xs
In the canons of Greek mythology, there have been many a nymph without a name — Hamadryads, Crinaeae, Limnades, etc. Only a few nymphs were ever of import enough to be named individually. Ashley was one of those nymphs. Ashley was a Nereid (a daughter of the Mediterranean) and was said to be a sensual enchantress of cobblers and poets. Clad in a sheer mini dress the color of water, Ashley inspired the writings of the lesser known Greek epics Iliacus and the Outing and was also the secret feminine force behind the man who designed Zeus’ signature line of fashionable and functional sandals.
Unfortunately, like all nymphs, Ashley was mortal and has now left this realm — whither we know not. Fortunately for us, however, her impeccable fashion sense was timeless, and this dress is proof of the immortality of her spirit.
vtg 60s purple wool floral tea housewife dress s/m
Three years of marriage were not supposed to be like this, she thought to herself as she stirred a steaming cup of instant cocoa with a spoon that she remembered she’d bought in a set seven months ago at an estate sale on the other side of town with the rainy-day money that she and Earl had set aside for a date that was cancelled at the last minute — again — because that particular rainy day had required him to stay at the office late — again — and that meant that she had to fend for her dinner alone — again — and she couldn’t face the boys at McDonald’s again — alone — with her lonely two dollars only to return home to face the same seventeen walls and white carpets that she’d scrubbed and vacuumed with hospital efficiency and had to face every day by herself once he was gone (if he’d even come home) with nothing but two valium and the knowledge that this — even if you called this success or the good life or the American dream — was a nightmare that you couldn’t dream into existence.
vintage (vtg) cream boho ethnic crochet maxi dress XS/S
Mt. Olympus shuddered with the force of their verbal flagellations. Among gods and goddesses, love was an instigator of conflict; attraction, though, was a terribly fragile combustible that made Vesuvius’ murderous clouds look meek in its shadow.
“She was nothing!” thundered Zeus, the tip of his beard floating, abuzz with the electric fire writhing beneath his skin.
“Nothing!” Hera scoffed and hurled a vitriolic dagger that sliced across Zeus’ brow, exposing the bone beneath. “If she had been nothing, she would not have had her mortal body and her mortal mammaries in my timeless dress!” The intricate white lacy dress lay lifeless across her Hera’s forearm like a savaged innocent victim.
“It was nothing. It was a joke.” Zeus rubbed his bloodied, throbbing head. It felt like he was giving birth to Athena all over again.
“Oh, is that what it was? A joke? More like an insult! A travesty! To soil my dress for your unholy perversions with a mortal woman is unforgivable, and then to think that you thought that rinsing off the traces of her in the Styx makes me wonder how I ever came to be so stupid enough to be your wife! Take this wretched dress and get rid of it. I cannot stand to see it again.”
Zeus, bloodied and cowed, took the dress and headed into Athens to find a place to be rid of the dress and, perhaps, a mortal woman who might help him dress his wounds…
vtg 60s 70s pink secretary floral housewife dress xs/s
The thing that Sylvia really liked about this floral print dress was not that it had been her grandmother’s, that it kept her skin cool like a lily pad on the baking surface of a clear pond, that it hid any hint of impropriety from casual onlookers; no, what she really loved about the dress was that it was hers without question. No man or woman on Earth could lay claim to any part of it but her. This was the thrill of ownership that she had longed for it for so long, and it felt like a hug from a rakish man with a finely-cut suit and a sincere smile.
Hannah: vtg 60s 70s boho hippie gold trim tunic mini dress xs/s
Meet Hannah, a tunic who’s traveled from the 70s to join us in the 21st century.
Hannah’s life really began when she arrived in the shipping bay of Emporium Capwell’s famous flagship store on San Francisco’s bustling Market Street. It was no small feat to be sold in an Emporium Capwell for even though the department store chain is now defunct, it lived the high life for nearly a century before being taken over by Macy’s.
The job of placing Hannah on the sales floor fell to a young woman two years out of high school who — without much of a cash pile to call her own — was living with friends in the Haight. They made fun of her for working for “the man” but the truth was that everyone was selling out here and there just to eke by and keep the free love spirit alive. She wasn’t a greedy girl, and she was frugal. She thought herself honest, and she wasn’t one to get caught up in “the man’s” consumer culture. At least she thought she wasn’t.
When she lay her eyes on Hannah’s gorgeous gold trim, she felt a jolt of lust run through her veins, and she knew she had to have this tunic no matter the cost. Hannah was too short to be called a “proper” dress, too long to be called a blouse, but she was beautiful. The young woman checked the inventory book for the retail price and her heart sank. Even with the employee discount, Hannah was entirely out of reach. It would take her a year of layaway payments to keep beautiful Hannah. It occurred to her then that she already had Hannah in her hands, and her lust took over.
Nobody paid the young woman any mind when she returned to the two bedroom flat she shared with three friends she’d made since moving to The City. She said hello to the girls in the kitchen and disappeared behind the door of her bedroom. She whipped out a wad of wrapping paper from her purse. As the wad unraveled, Hannah breathed in her new surroundings.
Someone knocked on the closed door. A wave of guilt spread over the young woman. She couldn’t believe she’d done it. She couldn’t believe she’d stolen Hannah from the store. She wrapped Hannah back up and stuffed her into the purse and answered the door…
Zoe: vtg 60s 70s cream floral belted tunic mini dress xs/s/m
Chip was really a drag sometimes. Sure, he could be sweet if you played things his way long enough, but if you tried to do things the way that felt right to you, he would get pissy again and pay lip service to your rights as a woman and then reiterate his role as a man. Too bad he was so great in bed.
Zoe rolled off the sheets and slipped into her trusty cream tunic and tied the belt loosely around her hips. It kept her comfortable on these hot summer days. Chip hadn’t stirred…
Luana: vtg turquoise floral ruffle babydoll mini dress
Luana had always been a multitude. Having her in the room was like having the spirits of a tribe dancing with you, crying with you, making love to you, and laughing with you. But things had changed since they’d left Hawaii. The spirits of Luana’s personality seemed to have fallen away, and the dress that she had always so loved was now languishing on a hanger, waiting for the old Luana to find the wholesome playfulness of the past…
Denise: vtg 80s zip front bodycon bandage zipper mini dress s/m
“My God,” she said aloud. Had it already been 22 years? Had they really passed so quickly? She brushed the white cotton of the tight white dress and felt the memories of Germany flood through her body. Measured in years, it had been such a short stay, but measured in moments, which — contrary to popular belief — is all one really has, it had been an entire life. The leering old men at the beer garden on Max Allee, the cocksure young bucks down by the bridge, and the real gentlemen in double breasted suits at the Edelweiss…There had been so many men to choose from, so many men to tease and ignore, please and torture, and yet, out of all of them, there had been only one who had been worth hanging on to — only one worth wearing this dress for.
Im Deutschen:
“Mein Gott,” sagte sie zu sich selbst. War es wirklich schon 22 Jahre? Waren sie wirklich schon so schnell vorbei? Sie streichte die Baumwolle des hübschen Kleides und spürte die Errinerungen von Deutschland durch den Körper fließen. Nach Jahren bemessen, war es all einen kurzen Aufenthalt gewesen aber durch Augenblicke, wie man tatsächlich lebt, obwohl anders behauptet wird, war es ein ganzes Leben gewesen. Die alten Männer bei dem Biergarten auf Max Allee, die nach ihr shielten, die vollig selbstbewusstseinen Jungen neben der Brücke, und die echten Herren in Zweireiher bei Edelweiss…Es gab so viele Männer, so viele zu reizen und ignorieren, befriedigen und quälen und von aller diesen Männern gab es nur einen, der Wert hatte, nur einen, der es wirklich verdient hat, sie in diesem Kleid zu sehen.
Jan and Mindy: vtg 60s 70s mod lolita plaid scooter mini dress xs/s
“Jan, you’ve been my best friend in the whole world.” Mindy sniffled as she spoke. “I don’t think I ever could’ve made it through high school without you.”
Jan put her arms around Mindy and squeezed. As they separated, she wiped her face with a handkerchief. “I’m going to miss you, Mindy.”
Mindy nodded as if to reassure herself. “I want to give you something, Jan.”
Jan opened her mouth to refuse, but Mindy shushed her. “I want you to have this dress.”
“But your mom–”
“I know, and that’s why I want you to have it. I know you love it, and I love you, so I want you to have it to remember me by.”
Jan took the dress in all its orange splendor and let its brightness melt through between her fingers…
Angie: vtg 60s 70s blue a-line mid-calf collared dress xs/s/m
My, he was a temptation sent by the devil himself! He in his pressed white shirt, bagger’s apron and neat black slacks, and she in her blue floral dress made quite a sight, she was sure. In truth, she’d picked out this dress with its crisp white flowers and its vivid blue in hopes of a compliment from this young man with a sunny flirtatious disposition.
“You’re all set, Ms. Angie. Anything else I can do for you, Ms. Angie?”
If only he knew. “That’ll be all, young man. Thank you. You have yourself a nice day. And take care.” She hoped he didn’t catch her nervous stutter, but she knew such a confident man would hear and know the meaning of her foible.
“I am good at taking care of lots of things, Ms. Angie.” He winked. “That’s a fine pretty dress you have on today, if you don’t mind my saying so, Ms. Angie.” He locked eyes and grinned. “See you later, then, Ms. Angie.”
Angie blushed. “See you later, young man.” She settled into the driver’s seat, and the young man shut the door.
Charlene: vtg red floral laura ashley open back tea dress s/m
Charlene twirled for herself in the mirror, like a boundless red splotch on a Jackson Pollock painting, imagining her worries flying off the big bow on her back. Billy was coming back today — finally. He hadn’t been stateside in two years, and the letters had been a poor substitute for his strong forearms and his boyish grin.
She wanted to look her best for Billy. She wanted to ignite the glow of happiness in him. She wondered how badly hurt he was and what he looked like now and whether he still laughed the same way when you put your fingers on his belly. Most of all, she wondered whether he still loved her.
*** This dress has been pinned to model. This dress would best fit a small or medium. ***
Shannon: vtg 90s grunge ditsy floral mini ice skater dress xs/s
Pink’s Hotdogs was a funny place to propose marriage, Shannon thought to herself. Why, if you were going to take a girl somewhere to propose, surely you had to pick somewhere classy. But Hank was really doing it. He’d dropped by without warning, blaring his horn, so she’d thrown on her favorite little spring dress — the black one with cute flowers on it and adorable sweetheart neck line and jumped into his car.
They’d been dating six months — a fantastic six months — and she really did like him, maybe even loved him. But could she really marry a man who had proposed to her at Pink’s?
Measurements and Details size – xs/s length – 32 in. bust – 16 in. waist – 13 in. hips – 19 in. material – 100% cotton
color – black w/ multi colors
brand – spoiled girls
other – for reference, model is 5′-1″. also, original owner has altered the neckline to fit smaller. this can easily be taken out or left in. please see pictures below.
Dale’s Date: vtg 80s prom ruffle origami sequin i. magnin dress xs/s
She shook her wrist nervously. The corsage was a gorgeous mix of lollipop red and bright fuchsia roses, her favorites, but the elastic band was a little loose. It made her nervous, the thought that the corsage might slip loose and ruin everything. She looked over at Dale.
She couldn’t believe he had asked asked her to prom! She had felt bad turning down Tommy, her lab partner, but Dale was captain of the varsity football team and more handsome than a Greek god. She could not wait to get a huge 8×10 to put up in her locker to prove that Dale — DALE — had taken her to senior prom!
She fiddled with the sequins on her dress. She had spent two paychecks on it, but it had all been worth it. For months, she had worn the onerous rainbow stripes of teenage slavery, pumped lemonade into paper cups, and doled out fried corndog goo at the mall to little kids and their sugary sweet parents. But now she looked hot. Truly hot. The I. Magnin dress hugged her every curve like papier mache, and the ruffled skirt and open back was just like something Molly Ringwald would wear.
Dale’s large hand enveloped hers. She felt a tug forward, firm but warm and romantic. Dale was leading her into the dance. It was a dream come true. A magical movie moment. She took a step forward and felt an ugly wobble rising from her right heel and then up into the ankle, and then the whole world blurred into a streak of sequins and rays of light reflected off a disco ball high up above…
Jennifer: vtg 70s 80s sheer mini floral boho hippie dress xs/s/m
i>Jennifer fluffed the hem of her dress as she sat down in an open field with her wicker basket. Steph was supposed to be there for their picnic already, but she was always late, and you didn’t really get mad if you just accepted that that was the way she was. Plus, she lived out in La Jolla, a bit further flung from Balboa Park than Jennifer’s
place in the heart of San Diego. In any case, the sky was beautifully blue, smudged here and there with dithered streaks of white, and the light breeze made her feel like she was back at Esalen in Big Sur, meditating cliffside with gentle hands gliding across her body in healing waves.
They had been friends for a long time, so long that they’d grown to look more and more alike over the years. It had started with clothes-swapping (like the airy black floral dress she was wearing now) and had moved on to the point that strangers often confused them for sisters.
Jennifer waited for Steph for an hour and a half there before a profound sense of unease settled onto her skin. She stood up and took off running, leaving the wicker basket behind.
