Top Shop

I just had to log in and share (aka rant, its possible.  lets see).  I went into top shop yesterday.  I don't normally go in there because if I have a gaggle of kids (OK, two but that does include a pushchair which is like a sherman tank) with me its impossible to move about without getting in the way of all the young trendies who are busy shopping.  So as it was just me and the other half we had a quick nosey.  I was enticed by their window display of a faux fur collar so went into to see how much it was.

After a lot of looking (said item so popular there was only one left) I found it and to my utter disbelief it was £25.00.  So from this I can only gather that there are people out there who are willing to part with their hard earned cash to buy something that is made of scratchy stuff that only vaguely resembles something like fur.  I was most upset because as home I have a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL! faux fur stole from the 70's that I am selling for £20.00 and it is (a) wider (b) longer (c) soft (d) lined beautifully with the softest sateen and (e) can be worn as a scarf, a stole, something to throw on if its a bit cold over your cardi. 

Aaaaaanywaaaaay (breathe) I have decided that between that and the rows of £98.00 leopard print coats and other 60's styled coats (more scratchy collars) all of which I am selling which are miles better and so much better value for money - I need to have a rethink.  I need to bring my things to the customers of Topshop.  These poor misguided girls are being ripped of and not being given value for money.  All I have to do now is find these people.  Where are they? (apart from Topshop, obviously).  How old are they?  How do I find them and get them to look at my website? Hmmmmm.  I will find the answers to these questions, I will indeed.  And when I do, Topshop will be sorry.  Oh yes.  Woaaahaaahhhaaaaaah!

So whats this all about then?

Thanks for coming to visit.  I hope its worth it and you don't feel the need to click of or navigate away or something due to intense boredom.  This little blog is going to be the story of how I make a vintage business from scratch.  If I was a TV production company it would be on channel four with a voice over from somebody like Dervla Kirwan or some such. So, welcome to my little business.  I am not a little fish in a big pond, I am a tiny minnow in an ocean full of killer whales.  Which makes me quite small.  Small but with big ideas and world domination in mind.  I have a notebook which is full up with ideas.  See?

So, lets get to it.  Today I did my first ever vintage party.  Two weeks preparation for an hour an a half of disaster (dizaaaaztaaaaaar).  It started with losing the Alun key for the clothes rail.  So this meant that said clothes rail was v wonkey and possibly a safety hazard (if I am being honest).  So I had a coffee, which I then managed to knock flying spectacularly all over everything but it was a 1930's silk dress - the most expensive item I have - that bore the brunt of it. I then went outside for a bit of "fresh air" (cough) and consequently got locked out.  Then as I was waiting to get back in, I saw somebody trying to nick something.  So banged on the door like a lunatic.  And so the fun and games went on until somebody tried to buy my own Cath Kidson bag of me and threw the contents all over the floor before realising that bags that are for sale generally don't have nappies, baby wipes and tampons in them.  I eventually left in disgrace to discover that the now broken clothes rail would not fit in the car and so had to be left in the church porch (causing, no doubt another safety hazard).  I am going to go back to it tomorrow after the school run, but only in suitable disguise.  I have a 1950's pink bathing cap that would be just perfect.

Tune in for more dizaaaaztaaaarrrs next time.

Zoe x