I love this photo from Hidden Treasures. Mmm...I remember vintage store smells with the same olfactory fondness of old books.
What was a 70s girl caught in the 90s grunge era to do? Once passed my 80s solution of devising gigantic lace Lauper skirts out of Little House on the Praire dresses to pair with my torn tshirts for synagogue, I was trapped in a sad sea of the Judy's, Contempo, and Wet Seal standards of the Mall era. Out of desperation (the enemy of art is the absence of limitations kind of thing), I started cutting halter tops out of Limited Too knit sweaters and sewing shirts out of my grandma's leftover fabrics. Realizing my picky love for all things clothing, my grandma and stepmom began lovingly trekking me out to Iguana Clothing in the valley, Hidden Treasures in Topanga Canyon, and any little second-hand hole along the way.
