In such a short time, there's a lot going on in my life. You know what they say about Murphy's law right? I am in that situation now. I have heard terrible news but I also have good news to tell you.
Let me start with the latter: The good news, is that my former landlord gave in after he received our registered letter in which we demand him to pay us, and if he wouldn't do that, it would go to the cantonal court. I think that, at first, he thought we were bluffing and he did not respond. Somehow something changed, and some morning last week Ben logged in online to check his bank account, and we saw that aforementioned landlord paid back our rental deposit of a 1000 euro's. You can imagine what a relieve it is and how well we slept since ages. Finally we are able to enjoy our new house to full extend.
Saying goodbye to my dog Kimbo
My dog Kimbo on the left and his friend Ivy on the right. Ivy died a horrible death years ago; she was ran down by a bus that drove too hard. They will now be able to play together again in doggie heaven.
The bad news is, that monday 1 o'clock I have to bring my dog Kimbo to his eternal sleep. This is so hard, so heartbreaking and I am absolutely devastated about it. But this choice was necessary, it had to be made; my dog is deaf and 85% blind, he is incontinent and suffers cognitive dysfunctional syndrome, which is canine dementia. Of the dog that I once knew, is nothing left. One of the symptoms of his dementia is that he avoids contact with human beings, and he has also forgotten his name and all the other tricks we learned him. He wanders around the house purely on instinct alone. His situation would never improve anymore, but only grow worse, and in fact it already did the past month. Rapidly. So the choice was "easily" made; he is already in such a bad shape that we will not put him through any more of it and he deserves his rest.
Kimbo in better times at King's day last April. It grew worse rapidly the past months.
But it's heartbreaking ofcourse: he was with me for 16,5 years. Although Jack Russel terriers (which is what he is) can grow up to be 25 years old, he still had a very long life compaired to other of this breed. It was a bumpy ride with him throughout his life, cause he was not at all the easiest, but I would not have want to miss it for one bit.
Memories are looping in my head all the time, and this weekend will be one of saying goodbye. I am crying as I am typing this, cause my animals are my everything and I always have a hard time saying goodbye to anything I am attached to. This dog was given to me in a time I needed a companion so badly and he was my friend. I took him everywhere; friends, parties, vacations and even school.
It's going to be so heartbreaking monday.
Straying from my extreme side
As you probably saw in the pictures already, I am not dressed in my usual strict vintage "uniform." And I have a reason for that. I know many bloggers and other vintage aficionado's have strayed away from vintage over the past years because they discovered other great styles, but that's not quite what I am going through.
Don't be afraid, I am not abandoning vintage, and start sporting mini skirts and uggs on this blog. Vintage is my home and my life and that will not change. But what you will see, is me dressing not so strictly vintage anymore; wearing repro brands here and there or wear my hair a little simpler like I have in these photos, but all ofcourse with a hint of my favorite bygone era's.
I am a perfectionist to the core and when I dress, I dress the complete picture. Everything had to be truly authentic, perfect, neat and historical correct and that became pretty tiresome, cause as some of you know, vintage clothing is not always in a great shape, and that made me afraid of moving (or walk freely when walking in vintage shoes). It's also such a shame that the clothing in my collection is preserved for 90 years and when I wear it, it'll break. I want to be careful with it, but that comes with a price.
Although there aren't many, there are some lovely repro brands out there and I thought I'd try that for a while - if only to walk freely instead of being so careful as not to break anything and look like Bambi on ice ... or being afraid to sweat the hell out of the clothes, and being afraid to sweat makes you sweat.
It feels good and freeing to throw my clothes in the laundry bin and laundry machine without having left no nails because one of my favorite dresses might have shrunken twice its size. I have to handwash most of my dresses and such, and even then vintage clothing can go its own way and fall to pieces, and to me it never really feels truly clean. Believe me, I do take good care of it, but some of my clothing in my collection is in a really bad shape.
What I wear on the photos.
My (vegan-friendly) shoes are from Ruby Shoo. My dress is truly vintage, by the way, and was gifted to me by my friend Marinka. It's from the 1930s and usually I would have worn authentic 1930s shoes with it, but chose repro's instead ... and lovely ones at that. They walk heavenly, as does my other pair from Ruby Shoo, so do try this brand out! My coat in the first photo is from the 1930s/1940s.
My hair has been tied in a simple chignon, which is also so much easier for rain-y weather (droopy hair really makes me grumpy #thelifeandtimesofaperfectionist) that comes with autumn, and it also gives my hair a rest from hairspray and tightly rolled hair rollers. My hair had a lot to endure with all the dying going on lately, so it was quite a necessity.
So, no, I will not stray from vintage at all, but I will stray from my vintage extreme-ness. I am a very extreme person and I want to tone that side of me down a bit. My appearance had to be perfect all the time and I was grumpy when it was not, sometimes even refusing to go outside, which is outright ridiculous ofcourse. That attitude drains energy, hence I am learning that it's also ok when it's not entirely perfect or when I do not look as if I stepped out of H.G Wells' time machine, or being plucked from the silver screen. Perfection cannot be reached, but I did try and ofcourse it never works.
Vintage clothing is my passion and I will collect as many pieces as I can and wear them with much pride, but just not everyday. When wearing repro shoes or dresses, I don't have to be afraid that they will be ruined ... and when they do it's not the end of the world. It's a freedom I haven't felt for a long, long time.