Vintage party of one
In all my efforts to try to get someone to be as passionate about vintage as I am, I have not yet found that person. So, I continue to live this life solo. Most of my friends are used to me dressing up, and have accepted it. Though, some wish that I didn't. It can be hard to have this obsession without any one to share it with. Almost always I am the only one dressed vintage in a group of "normal" looking people. I don't get too many stares, but I think that goes along with living in a city full of people who accept nuances. I feel more myself when I am dressed up, and feel more self conscious when I am not. I sometimes wish I could wear a badge that says Yes! I am vintage, or something to that effect, so that everyone knows who I truly am. I love to share my vintage knowledge. If given the chance, I can talk an ear off. I try to control myself the best I can, but when you have such a passion for something, it isn't easy. Maybe someday I will find that vintage partner in crime.