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Five-pin on Family Day: A photo essay


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a dress a day #4

vintage black shift dress, lace sleeves, empire waist, jewel detailing, 1960s, England
This dress found me at the Custard Factory’s vintage flea market held every Saturday in Birmingham, England ($30).  Its fun details made it stand out.  I adore the silvery bejewelled, empire waist. 

empire waist, shift dress, vintage, jewelled waist, embroidered

It’s label-less and homemade — demanding a trained eye to size it up.  In fact, all vintage dresses do.  I normally wear a US size 8-10, but I own vintage dresses in sizes 4 to 14; obey labels at your peril.   Wiggling into armfuls of musty dresses is key to finding just the right one.

vintage dresses, rack

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A dress a day #2

vintage dress, england,
There’s something special about being given a dress once owned and worn by a woman you admire.  Here’s a hand-me-down 80s vintage number.  Sans labels, it was bestowed on me by a hard-working, farmer’s wife from Tunstall, Kirby Lonsdale, Cumbria, England.  The centre of this tiny village’s life, she defines all that is great about the Women’s Institute.  Every Christmas hundreds of hanging cards sent from friends obscure the giant oak beams in her farmhouse.  A hard-working B&B owner, family is the centrepoint of her life and I learned much from her. 

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A dress a day, #1

pink, silver, polyester shift dress, vintage

Sheepish fashion columnists agree wardrobe staples are the white blouse, a good trench coat and a Birkin (yawn).  But real staying power lies in the mighty vintage dress.

Maxi, mini, gown, pinafore, tube, bubble, sun, cocktail, wrap, strapless, sleeveless, shirt, smock, tunic, trapeze, sheath, kaftan, shift, swing, flounce — I dare you not to find one you like.  Best of all the frock constitutes an entire outfit: simple.

Following some of the better advice in Brit fashion writer’s Tamsin Blanchard’s Green is the New Black, I rooted through my wardrobe to pull out all my lovely dresses in a bid to dissuade me from buying more, more, more.

So this week, in a nod to the lovely A Dress A Day blog, I’m putting my vintage frocks on show, beginning with my first purchase.  Pink polyester with silvery thread can feel a bit like sandpaper against skin.  If only it felt like how I imagine Michael Kors’s new — and not dissimilar — pebble brocade dress would.  But I digress, this is one hot number.  The jewel-encrusted collar is especially fun.  A surbanite, GTA teen, I found this shift dress on one of many frequent visits to Kensington Market, for peanuts.

If you’ve got info on this vintage fashion label, please share the love.

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birthday suit – part deux

My friend warned me she thought my new designer dress was a bit over the top for a casual housewarming party – with 70 of our closest friends.  But then, I don’t take her unsolicited advice very often.

 Following on the heels of last year’s vintage wrap dress for my big 3-0, this year was a wrap too, but flea market it wasn’t.  The undisputed first lady of the wrap – Diane von Furstenberg – designed this hot little number:
diane von furstenburg wrap dress, black, sleeveless
Which looks like this on:
diane von furstenburg wrap dress, erin tracy designs jewelry
How can a lowly, unpaid Walrus intern afford such extravagance?  Four words: Holt Renfrew Last Call.  Regular $445, this LBD was marked down to $150 with an extra 50 per cent off.  The deals were so hot, I picked up this maxi dress by L.A.s’ t-bags for $60:
t-bags, jersey dress, maxi holt renfrew last call, vaughan mills
And while Furstenberg isn’t a close, personal friend, I’m blessed to count two young, Toronto designers as my pals, mostly because they’re super awesome, but also because they make me fabulous things.
jessica smith, birthday cake, toronto
Jessica Smith, a French pastry chef, trained at Le Cordon Bleu who spent last year working at Yautcha, Alan Yau’s Michelin-star teahouse and dim sum restaurant in Soho, London – made this cake.  It served 100.
jessica smith, cake, toronto, ontario, party
And Erin Tracy, an established jewelry designer who is taking over the world one bangle at a time, made me the necklace I’m wearing in the top picture, along with matching earrings and Grecian-inspired bangles.
erin tracy, earrings, crystal and silver, toronto, canada

erin tracy, silver and gold bangles, toronto, canada
Armed with designer cake, dress and jewels – there was just one more accessory needed – the perfect stubby holder.
stubby holder, beer holder, beer cooler, grizzly bear
($6 at the Beer Store) grrrr.

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Charity on your doorstep

After the harrowing car boot sale last week I was still left with piles of crap. 

But every cloud…  and this week it came in the form of junk mail.  Two separate charities – PDSA (vets for pets or some such thing) and Help the Aged – dropped collection bags through my mailbox and it was a godsend.  

One thing to watch for with doorstep collection bags is the small print.  Sometimes private agencies send bags emblazoned with messages like, “Help the needy in Eastern Europe.”  Your clothes will indeed get sent and sold there, but the agency will pocket the profit.  Even the Help the Aged bag had small print that said half the profit will go to the private collection agency which partners with HtA.


But beggers can’t be choosers.  I gave more to PDSA, but I like old people just as much as pets. 

 Now some lucky Brummies will now get to model my old clothes, handbags and leaf through fantastic Canadian novels – that is, if the neighbours don’t pinch them first.

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Girlfriends to boot

“If you can’t sell your stuff there, you won’t do it anywhere,” said my friend Ali when I told her I was going to hold a car boot sale at the Birmingham Wholesale Markets this Sunday.

“I’ve driven by there on a Sunday and it’s absolutely heaving,” she added.

I was pumped.  There’s nothing I like better than a good garage… er, car boot sale.  I knew I wouldn’t make much money, but I thought it might be a fun way to get rid of my stuff.

Having had no car and a boyfriend who hated “other people’s tat,” I’ve only ever been to one car boot sale in England.  Set in a field by a 13th century bridge in the lovely Cumbrian countryside, it was a real treat.  I picked some lovingly reared plants for the garden for about £2 each, a soft red leather worn vintage belt for £4, some antique rag rug hooks for £3 and new samples of makeup from Clinique makeup for a few pounds each.

So it was with big hangovers, a flask of tea and an air of anticipation that my sister and my friend Sarah and I loaded up her tiny car with my worldly possessions and set off for the Markets at the ungodly hour of 6.00 am.

And it was rammed.  We waited nearly 45 minutes in a queue just to get into the place!   

But as we drove past hundreds of stalls it looked more like a graveyard of The World’s Tackiest Products instead of a collection of people’s treasures.  Most pitches were tiny shops flogging new, shrinkwrapped TVs, DVDs, perfumes, £5 jeans, kitchen taps and, yes, even a sink. 

Being one of the last to arrive we paid our £8 fee and were allocated about the worst possible pitch known to man.  Right at the back of the markets and divided from the main thoroughfare by other cars – things were looking grim.

I asked the parking attendant where we pick up the tables. 

“Sorry lass, you have to bring your own.  But you can use that trolley over there if you like,” he offered.

The girls and I eyed the trolley and immediately doubled over with laughter, not speaking for at least five minutes.

car boot sale birmingham wholesale market

We were determined to make the best of a bad situation, flogging nearly all the stuff I can’t be asked to bring back to Toronto for .50p to £1 a piece.  We made signs and taped them to the pavement: Books £0.50, Clothes £1; MOVING TO CANADA – EVERYTHING MUST GO!

I parted with unopened picture frames, unwanted Christmas gifts, and piles of old clothes for peanuts.  I just wanted rid of the stuff.  But three hours later we were waning.   We were losing at least half of the traffic on the main thoroughfare, things were selling painfully slowly and the three of us were getting tired and moody.

But there were some nice moments.  A chat with a Polish immigrant – possibly the most homesick man I’ve every met – about Canada and his hometown of Lodz, which I’ve visited.  He paid me £0.50 for a picture frame.  “I will put pictures of my daughter,” he said.  As I saw him eye a nicer frame, I threw it in for free.

Many of the customers were extremely cheap.  But they were also some of the poorest people in Birmingham.  For them a car boot sale isn’t a place to pick up funky vintage “pieces” for the home, but a place to buy clothing for their kids.

Nevertheless my cut throat prices were beginning to hurt.  With a tenner on breakfast for myself and my staff, we had barely broke even by the time my two other best Brummie mates – Jen and Ali – rocked up at 11.

“You’re here to make money – not give the stuff away!” said Ali in dismay as she looked at our couldn’t-care-less faces.

And the pair of them swung into action.  Ali ripped our price sign up and said we should wheel and deal with each person separately.  She charged £1.50 for a crappy old statistics book I found in the attic.  A small fortune this thriftygirl would never dare ask! 

Meanwhile Jenn flogged people stuff they never even knew they wanted. 

“We’ve got to group things together and sell them as packs.  That way we’ll get rid of more and make more money!” she enthused after she sold a chef four cookbooks and a butter tray. 

Suddenly it was 12.30, the crowds dwindled and we still hadn’t sold everything.  My sister offered a young girl all of my old jeans for free when she took an interest in a pair. 

I looked around at my life laid out in little pieces on the ragged blanket in front of me and started to cry.  I missed Rob. 

“Gosh Crystal, I never thought you’d breakdown in the middle of the Birmingham Wholesale Market!” said Ali giving me a hug.  And we all laughed.

After the breakfast and pitch fee I ended up a measly £35 better off than the day before, but I was a thousand times richer thanks to the support of my friends.

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