It’s become a yearly tradition to take photos where we pick out our Christmas tree, but this year we went with a faux tree (honestly, mainly so we could put it up earlier!) and so we went and bought a fresh wreath. The folks at Greg’s trees near Greenwood Park are always kind enough to let us take photos — we always ask, and we always make purchases and tip them! Though I didn’t get a chance to post them on here before Christmas, due to the frenzied nature of our schedule, I wanted them to live somewhere other than Instagram. Selfishly, I still use this blog as more of a diary than anything else and sometimes I’ll go searching for a certain photo and get really made at myself that I only posted it on my Instagram, where it’s not searchable at all. 

I hope that between the move and the nature of 2020 in general, you’ll forgive me for extending Christmas beyond it’s normal parameters. 

The past life of vintage trousers

What else is there to say about these photos? Oh, well the pants! Can you believe I found these in the pajama aisle of a thrift store? They’re 100% wool and fully lined. Probably 60s by the look of them / their tag, and were certainly not meant to be in the pajamas section. I didn’t try them on (I rarely try anything on which is a real risk with vintage but I hate dressing rooms so much) but I bought them for a few bucks and they fit me perfectly. Sometimes those tiny little things feel like some sort of fate, don’t they?

I romanticize just about every unique vintage clothing piece that comes my way, wondering if their original owner is still alive or not and what kind of life they lived in their wares. Since I’ll never know the truth, I often make up visuals in my head. I think these pants belonged to a fabulous woman with hair teased so high she had to turn her head sideways when she got in her car. I bet these pants danced their way through many a Christmas party, until one day she tucked them back in her drawer in favor of a dramatic hostess gown and forgot about them for years. Luckily, some 50 or so years down the road, they made their way to me. Hopefully the hostess gown will come next.