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Less than a decade ago, Vintage Couture costume was plainly old clothing, an unnamed category of inventory, unappreciated at each thrift shop in America. No resale shop would receive this type of merchandise, or passe costume for consignment. Children of couture-clad mothers and aunts and grandmothers disdained their bequest and donated these items. Volunteers were indifferent, tagging the productions at low prices and tossing them on racks where they would swing month after month, snubbed by the impoverished and most foraging bargain hunters.

Few valued costume developed and styled forty to fifty years ago. The couturiers fell into public obscurity: Jean Muir, Pauline Trigere, Rafael, Madame Gres, Donald Brooks, Gloria Scherrer, Hanae Mori, even Chanel by CoCo. There was a minuscule market, and it was a refined market. Instructors at Fashion Design Schools would forage, find, and buy definitive items to instruct their students construction, fabrics, detailing, and styling. Treasure hunters would rummage and buy an item that triggered a girlhood memory of an aunt, their mother, a cousin, or a movie star, whose panache was evoked by this clothing. It was improbable they wore these purchases. They were mementos, purchased in an impulsive, nostalgic recollection moment for a song.

Another type of shopper was the home sewers, not seamstresses or tailors by vocation, but home sewers. They would hunt for the perfective piece to take isolated and study, re-construct couture, and make and update patterns from the pieces. Thrift shops marketing vintage couture become a staple of innovative cities near the turn of this century. Theme parties, Halloween, cross dressers, transsexuals would fetch clients to thrift shops for costumes. It was no longer the excitement of vintage costume that was driving the traffic, but the sheer nature of mimicking an earlier time.

I was not in any of the refined markets listed above when I happened upon a gravely abused, moth ridden, red and blue striped, wool jersey Chanel suit with a skirt tagged $13 in 1995. I was, instead, looking for productions for an as yet nascent resale shop which would specialize in used couture costume and accessories. My shop was to be located someplace fantasti in wondrous Chicago consecrated to obtaining couture productions by straightout purchase, not consignment. My cash for inventory was very tight. I had to resort to thrift shops to obtain sufficient inventory to stock a shop whose square footage in the end could be no more than 300 square feet. The sleeve and it is without doubt or question identifiable Chanel button caught my eye. Neither stripes, nor red, nor blue, nor suits with skirts, nor wool jerseys were in style. The jacket was unstylish, a fitted jacket; the skirt was unfashionably designed with a pleated torso.

I purchased it in a moment, along with each and each other couture item I could find that day and each successive day until the ‘starter’ store opened on June 10, 1995. I paid hundreds of dollars to renovate, recondition, and arid clean these items. I blew my budget and resorted to consignment for current couture costume and accessaries to bulk up to 450 pieces. I arranged the Shop by couture label, interspersing current with passe. I sold to give hope or courage to women to undertake on styles from 40-50 years ago, reminding women of couturier names from the past, drawing up samenesses among then and now styling and associating obscure couturiers as muses of present couturier houses. Many clients called it “Old crap.” I had no response.

And to this day, 13 years of operation later and in another shop four times more prominent than the starter shop from ten years ago, I can not tell you incisively why I did this. What I may tell you is that I had to, was compelled to, because the costume and accessaries were plainly wonderful. Now, this productions is called Vintage Couture. It’s very difficult to find at reasonable prices for it’s very popular. I find it here and there at somewhat reasonable prices and stock it in the Shop, where it proudly hangs amongst it is younger cousins.

You might ask when it comes to the red and blue striped wool jersey Chanel suit with a skirt which started out the epiphany. I renovated it, reconditioned it, had each moth hole repaired, substituted the lining, shortened the skirt and wore it for a advertizing shoot at the kickoff of the starter store. I can’ tell you why I choose it. Turning fey, I may pretend it called to me from my closet, “I’ll be a good luck talisman for the duration of the heady introductory year of operation roller coaster all new merchants are required to ride.” Maybe; possibly not. The rollercoaster has smoothed out to a highway where I drive The DAISY Shop car, steering it this way and that and loving the merchandiser calibers I’ve learned to acquire.

The suit has transmuted into my uniform. I wear it to speaking engagements, where I sit nervously through the MC’s introduction and zone out concentrating on the rippling stripes until I listen the polite smattering of applause. Then, I stand up, feel well turned out, as I carry on to the podium, and do my best to give back to the entrepreneurial community. I wear it to preview parties, where I mingle and munch with other merchants from Chicago’s terrifi Oak Street and feel well turned out and a percentage of the merchant community. I wear it to business meetings, where I listen or am listened to and feel well turned out. The fact is I never tire of wearing it.

I don’t know who purchased this suit in the first place from Chanel, but I wish I did. I recognise she was a small-framed, lean person, for the suit is small, and only thin women are more than willing to wear horizontal stripes. I imagine she was fair-haired, for red and blue look well on fair-haired women. I know she had a comparatively big disposable income, for Chanel was always pricey. Frankly, it’s a rather jazzy outfit, and I’d like to think she was a jazzy lady, not rather quietly elegant, occasionally outre and other times conservative.

I’d rather not think it was a fashion fault that she put in the back of her closet, never wore, but couldn’t bear to donate for the high price she had paid. I think she went to the Chez Paree in Chicago on Saturday night dates with her husband and smoked cigarettes there from long cigarette holders. I think she did volunteer work a lot of where suitable and had a long and happy life with her big family around her. I think she would get enjoyment from knowing her suit is still valuable and doing it is occupation of making it is wearer feel well turned out.

I think CoCo would be pleased, too.

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