Until recently, Goldsmith Vintage in London had a shop at the corner of Charing Cross Road and Manette Street (it’s now a sushi place). On a visit in the summer of 2018, I was digging through the bargain bin in their basement and pulled out the above cotton dress, sky-blue with white polka dots, which I bought for £5. It had clearly been made by hand and by this point had seen better days. The zipper was broken beyond repair and I wasn’t sure how the hem was feeling. However, I loved the fabric itself, which was still bright and lively. Back in my hotel room I tried on the dress and discovered it wasn’t going to fit – the circumference of the bodice was definitely too small, and also too short for my torso. But there would clearly be a lot of fabric to play with in the process of reinvigorating this thing.
Continue reading “Ol’ rag blues”
Behold the Thing 