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I've always thought I wasn't a fan of vintage. I don't feel entirely comfortable with second-hand clothing because, if I'm being honest, it freaks me out putting something on when I don't know who wore it before. So, not a fan of vintage. Or, so I thought. At work, we have Urban Renewal and basically, the buyers are great and with recent purchases I feel like I've been rocking a Courtney Love vibe in very short 90's dresses. You know, when Courtney was a mega babe. I also pretty much stopped breathing when presented with an original hand beaded 1920's flapper dress belonging to my friend. It was about this time that I realised it's not that I don't like vintage. I don't like fake vintage. A 10 year old top from Topshop with a larger price tag then it originally had does not constitute vintage in my eyes.
Anyway, due to some big changes that nearly happened recently but then didn't, I have decided to totally embrace Yorkshire and so my beautiful friend Erin suggested a day trip to Saltaire. We spent the day wondering around beautiful book shops and home-ware stores set up in the original mill in the middle of town. After enjoying a latte and slice of vegan caramel apple cake, Erin took me to a vintage store 'up the road.' Safe to say, this was good vintage and I wanted everything! In between trying to convince myself that I really needed that Edwardian nightie or white floor length backless 1940's silk dress I found this.

I definitely needed this. I wanted a new coat this winter and this was perfect. 100% Seigal wool with a fur collar and the perfect fit. For £75. A total dream find.

I've since decided I love vintage. Good vintage.