Yeah, so, I fell in love with a dress at the Vintage Fashion Expo in San Francisco this weekend.
I saw the 60s dress on a mannequin, and I was immediately drawn to it. The light blue color and the cute neckline … I thought it would look really good with my hair. Plus, David has an awesome 60s shark skin blue suit. We would look smashing together, so very “Mad Men”-esque.
I wanted to try on the dress, but I didn’t have the guts to ask the man who was working the booth, so I killed time looking at other dresses in the booth until I could work up the courage. In the meantime, several other women approached him about the dress.
Woman: “Can I try on this dress?”
Vintage Clothing Man: “It won’t fit you.”
Another Woman: “Can I try on this dress?”
Vintage Clothing Man: “It’s too long for you.”
Now, I was definitely too scared to ask. I didn’t want to get denied. Then David walks up to the booth. “This dress is great. You should try it on.” And before I can tell him about the others before who wanted to try on the dress, David asked, “Can she try on this dress?”
The man looked me up and down: “Can I measure you?”
Me: “Sure, why not?”
The man measured me: “It will fit. You may try it on.”
Feeling like I had just won something, I took the dress into the dressing area, which was a communal area with curtains around it. I walked in with the dress and three different women said, “I asked to try on that dress and he said no.”
I put on the dress, and one of the ladies helped me zip it up: “Wow,” she said. “Please tell me you are going to buy this dress.”
When I walked out of the dressing room, Vintage Clothing Man was so pleased: “It’s perfect.”
Sadly, it cost a little more than I wanted to spend, and David thought we should think about it. So, we told Vintage Clothing Man we wanted to look around more. He understood, but I could tell he was disappointed.
David and I walked around the expo a little, and as we walked by the booth again, the dress was back on the mannequin. “That mannequin is wearing my dress,” I said, sadly.
“We’re getting that dress,” David said. “Let’s go.”
And just like that, David bought me my first vintage dress.