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OUTBOUND

A treasure trove of Goldmine Trash auctions end today! Epic vintage dresses, vests, and duster jackets from the 1950s – 1980s to keep you ladies stylish all festival season long. Viva Las Vegas? Austin Psych Fest? Coachella? Check. Check. Check!

Emerald green 1950s Fred Perlberg. Full circular skirt, pleated cummerbund inset, boned bodice. Yow!

Runway style 1960s/70s black maxi vest w/ gold + metallic gold embroidery, forming Indian paisley motifs.

Dandy in the underworld. 1960s purple velvet + silk chiffon mod mini w/ metallic silver sequin trim.

Global goddess 1960s/70s dashiki maxi dress. Gauze like vanilla cotton w/ Indian paisley ethnic print.

Couture style construction! Bad photos, but a serious stunner in person. Shocking hot pink late 1950s-60s Mad Men style cocktail dress. Velvet + satin. Kay Selig designer label.

Gothy 1980s-90s black burnout stretch velvet robe/duster jacket.

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ENCHANTMENT

This lovely jacket was auctioned off by Thrifted recently for $255.00. If you’re sad about missing out, we have the same one in purple ending tonight! Perfect for festival season, which is just around the corner.

HELLO AGAIN, EBAY

A few years back I decided to switch selling venues, from EBay to Etsy. But I’ve decided to start selling on EBay again. The Etsy shop will remain open and I’ll continue to add to items to it every so often, but EBay will be the preferred online venue from here on out.

 Perhaps you’re wondering why. In one word: traffic. While there’s several things I dislike about EBay, they generate the largest audience for vintage clothing.  Hands down.  While I love Etsy’s lower prices and ease of use, I’ve recieved more hits in 5 days on a single EBay auction than I have on all my Etsy listings combined… over the course of 3 months! Small businesses need heavy traffic in order to operate. Otherwise sales stagnate and the business becomes a hobby. In the past year this is exactly what happened to me on Etsy. So back to EBay it is.

 With no further adieu, here are some treasures currently for sale on EBay:

 I know, right? Metallic teal green patent leather vintage heels from (I’m guessing) the 1940s. Possibly 30s or 50s though. Super rare color that’s perfect for spring. Approx. size 7 1/2 – 8 US. Listed at $9.99 w/ no reserve here. Auction ends this Sunday.

Va-va-voom! 50s inspired 80s vintage Lanvin dress. Strapless w/ asymmetrical peplum and wiggle skirting. Red silk + black velvet. Current bid is only $31.00 here. No reserve. Auction ends this Sunday.

LOVE!!!! Indian made 80s rayon chiffon slouch ‘trophy’ jacket. Loaded with aurora borealis sequins, purple glass beads, and faux pearls. 20s art deco/flapper inspired look. Current bid is only $16.50 here. No reserve. Auction ends this Sunday.

Luxuriate, 70s style. This bohemian beauty reminds me of Thea Porter. I love the elegant, free flowing silhouette + opulent Indian paisley print. Great color scheme too! Made of rayon. $9.99 opening bid w/ no reserve here. Auction ends next Thursday.

Red hot. Ultra glam 50s party dress w/ couture like cut, full skirt, and tons of rhinestones. 10x better in person. Viva Las Vegas, prom, maybe your wedding? All worthy causes for this baby. $9.99 opening bid with no reserve here. Auction ends next Thursday.

Several ‘buy it now’ store listings are available too:

These crazy 70s platforms came from the estate of country star Skeeter Davis. The certificate of authenticity is long gone, but I purchased them from a very reputable dealer and take her word for it. Size 7 – 7 1/2 US. Grab ‘em here.

Jackie O behind closed doors? The only 60s vinyl pillbox hat I’ve ever seen. Perfect for a bad bad girl. Available here.

1950s full circle skirt w/ cording detail for texture. Lovely spring floral print. Up for adoption here.

The bold and the beautiful. 70s raspberry + bubblegum pink felt floppy hat. Fun stuff. Buy it here.

Prices are negotiable on most store listings. If you need a better price, please don’t hesitate to ask. Serious and reasonable counter offers will be accepted : ).

I go out of town for business this weekend, but will try to add more listings on Sunday night. There’s a ton of great stuff on the way including vintage sewing patterns, fabric, sunglasses, jewelry, boots, and of course clothes. Plus the most amazing vintage cape I’ve ever found. Stay tuned!

xoxo

 

LIVING IN TRUE GANGSTER STYLE

We each of us have a good alibi
For being down here in the joint;
But few of them really are justified
If you get right down to the point.

You’ve heard of a woman’s glory
Being spent on a downright cur,
Still you can’t always judge the story
As true, being told by her.

As long as I’ve stayed on this island,
And heard “confidence tales” from each gal,
Only one seemed interesting and truthful —
The story of Suicide Sal.

Now Sal was a gal of rare beauty,
Though her features were coarse and tough;
She never once faltered from duty
To play on the up and up.

Sal told me this take on the evening
Before she was turned out free,
And I’ll do my best to relate it
Just as she told it to me:

I was born on a ranch in Wyoming;
Not treated like Helen of Troy;
I was taught that rods are rulers
And ranked as a greasy cowboy.

Then I left my old home for the city
To play in its mad dizzy whirl,
Not knowing how little pity
It holds for a country girl.

There I fell for the line of a henchman,
A professional killer”from Chi;
I couldn’t help loving him madly;
For him even now I would die.

One year we were desperately happy;
Our ill gotten gains we spent free;
I was taught the ways of the underworld;
Jack was just like a god to me.

I got on the F.B.A. payroll
To get the inside lay of the job;
The bank was turning big money!
It looked like a cinch for the mob.

Eighty grand without even a rumble-
Jack was the last with the loot in the door,
When the teller dead-aimed a revolver
From where they forced him to the floor.

I knew I had only a moment -
He would surely get Jack as he ran;
So I staged a big fade out beside him
And knocked the forty-five out of his hand.

They rapped me down big at the station,
And informed me that I’d get the blame
For the dramatic stunt pulled on the teller
Looked to them too much like a game.

The police called it a frame-up,
Said it was an inside job,
But I steadily denied any knowledge
Or dealings with underworld mobs,

The gang hired a couple of lawyers,
The best fixers in any man’s town,
But it takes more than lawyers and money
When Uncle Sam starts shaking you down.

I was charged as a scion of gangland
And tried for my wages of sin;
The dirty dozen found me guilty -
From five to fifty years in the pen.

I took the rap like good people,
And never one squawk did I make.
Jack dropped himself on the promise
That we make a sensational break.

Well, to shorten a sad lengthy story,
Five years have gone over my head
Without even so much as a letter -
At first I thought he was dead.

But not long ago I discovered
From a gal in the joint named Lyle,
That Jack and he moll had got over
And were living in true gangster style.

If he had returned to me sometime,
Though he hadn’t a cent to give,
I’d forget all this hell that he’s caused me,
And love him as long as I live.

But there’s no chance of his ever coming,
For he and his moll have no fears
But that I will die in prison,
Or flatten this fifty years.

Tomorrow I’ll be on the outside
And I’ll drop myself on it today:
I’ll bump ‘em if they give me the hotsquat
On this island out here in the bay …

The iron doors swung wide next morning
For a gruesome woman of waste,
Who at last had a chance to fix it.
Murder showed in her cynical face.

Not long ago I read in the paper
That a gal on the East Side got hot,
And when the smoke finally retreated,
Two of gangdom were found on the spot.

It related the colorful story
Of a jilted gangster gal.
Two days later, a sub-gun ended
The story of Suicide Sal.

~ The Story of Suicide Sal written by Bonnie Parker; thus ending my week long hiatus from blogging. In totally unrelated news, I’ve been cooped up at home recovering from an illness, which crept up on me during Austin Psych fest.

But health issues aside, APF4 was incredible! I met so many sweet spirits  including Elza from Linger Not Vintage, and saw some of the best bands. Among my favorite shows of the weekend were the Black Angels, Crocodiles, the Soft Moon, Spectrum (who I’d previously never heard, tsk tsk), and my friend Gregg’s band, the Meek. Every show I saw was good though. I’m still in a bit of a daze over the whole ordeal… in a good way.