Ok, I believe another word is being thrown around too freely. The term is Vintage. According to my friends over at Merriam-Webster, the definition is: of old, recognized, and enduring interest, importance, or quality. Classic. Which is precisely what I thought.

When I hear Vintage, I think of a Channel suit resting in the back of the closet for decades and re-entering the world as if it never paused. That, ladies and gents, is Vintage.

Now, back to my shock and awe regarding the over usage. There is a unique/totally overpriced but super cool store in my area that carries an array of antique, slightly used, but very high-end merchandise or local artist creations. I love to browse through every once in a while to see what might catch my eye. My eyes definitely have a separate bank account from mine.

On one of my looks, but keep my wallet in the car visits, a small bouquet of the most vibrant plumb-colored silk hydrangeas seduced me. I’m so easy.

I prepared myself for the sticker shock and went in for a closer look. I lifted the beautiful rustic tag and read Vintage Silk Hydrangeas for $14.00. Um, vintage?

Ok, points for the tag and maybe even a few for the perfect penmanship, but I had to draw the line at trying to pass off used silk flowers as Vintage. They didn’t need the extra marketing. It was love at first sight.

According to Google, something has to be at least 40 to bear the vintage title, and these beauties were toddlers at best, and for that reason alone, I put them back on the shelf. I’m not going to lie; it was a long goodbye.

Two weeks later, I was still thinking about the purple beauties. Were they still available, or would they go home with someone else? Ugh …

Feeling like a needy first date, I went back for answers.

It wasn’t easy because the entire store was rearranged to accommodate new temptations. After what seemed like an eternity, we were reunited. It was like a scene from a movie.

Once our eyes locked, it was over. They were in my hand, at the register, and out the door in a flash. Not because they were Vintage but because they were beautiful.

This was a lesson to be mindful when I choose my words. Labels, whether placed on objects or people, can be harmful. It’s just an easy way to market people, places, and things we don’t understand.

Enjoy the Ride!

10 responses

  1. Vintage…my entire life from my wrinkles to my couch can be described as such. Actually, restoring things have their place. You always think, if only that VINTAGE Chanel suit could talk. Nice writing.

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    1. Oh , if only, I wonder what she would say. I love a vintage couch!

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      1. I’d bet we’d hear about quite a few asses, fat or otherwise. 🙂

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      2. Hahaha! It would be so fun

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      3. I’ll say. HaRUMPh would certainly apply.


  2. So Lisa, break out the Chanel suit and hit the town. I probably am in the overusing category of “vintage.” Keith

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    1. Hahaha! We meet the criteria of getting better with age.


  3. I remember those hydrangeas and probably have some in my “attic.” (I don’t have an attic but everyone has that place they squirrel away stuff!) Always loved them because they make me feel like grandma’s house. Homey and safe. Enjoy your find! (Now I’m longing for the days of cabbage roses!)

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    1. That’s how I felt. My mother had beautiful bushes in her yard, and in the Fall they produced the same color. Homey and safe is a good description.

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  4. I am afraid I would have fallen for the “vintage” label and they would have been on my table after the first visit. They are lovely.


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