I almost never wish it was cold year round, but I have to say, this fur is making me think twice. On Tuesday, I visited my new BFFs at the WeWork building, to check a warehouse sale by travelling vintage boutique Glam Gorgeous, founded my mother-daughter duo Henrietta and Charmaigne. Now I, just like any other fashion monger, love rifling through racks of clothing that looks like something my mother owned, so I was very pleased to get to the sale and see not only gorgeous baubles and threads, but that they were in pristine condition. Too often, the vintage out there is a little too vintage…so you look weathered, instead of freshly teleported from a happier, more sexually liberated era (oh, I do miss those hippy days).
So Glam Gorgeous started about a year ago or so, after Charmaigne kept raiding Henrietta’s closet and then telling her how many compliments she got on a piece. Now the pair hit up estate sales, vintage stores in Queens and across the city, and score pristine loot through connections they’ve made. Like this fur. Which would be perfect for showing up at a man’s house with nothing underneath. I’m single, but maybe I’ll do that anyway. Hey, Kid Cudi, that knock at the door…it’s me.
So this is how I look when I’m making fabulously tough decisions. My current quandary is: Do I leave 12 or 13 million to my cat? I mean, 13 is a lucky number, but 12 is an even number….ugh, maybe I’ll just pay my lawyer an even 5 to decide for me…
By the way, if you’re thinking it’s warming up, or furs don’t cut it in the tropics…suffer for the fur, dahling. I mean, you wouldn’t have been the only one. (Was that too much? Oh snap, it’s PETA, and they have torches and pitchforks!!!)
Quick, take down the info:http://www.facebook.com/glamgorgeous.modern.vintage.clothing email@example.com
Go. Fur. Now,