I am using the word vintage here as a joke.
Because everyone knows that vintage just means old.
In fact, I would dare to say that vintage is the most over-used word on the blogosphere.
Seriously. Just because you bought your dress at a thrift store doesn't make it vintage.
I know the whole idea of a blog is very self-indulgent, which is an idea I embrace whole-heartedly.
But I always find posts where people take pictures of their own outfits and talk about where they shop to be ... off-putting.
Especially when they label everything as vintage.
I really do have things that I would consider to be vintage, like dresses that my great, great grandmother made.
(And they fit me!)
But not every belted mumu that is stumbled upon at the Good Will is vintage. Some of those mumus are just mumus from the 80s, when everyone dressed poorly. Good on you, I guess, for making use of old things. But call them what they are: old clothes.
Anyway. Off my soapbox.
(This particular soapbox was found at DI and refurbished...)
These babies do not like to be dressed in such goofy woolen clothes. You can tell by their annoyed faces.
But talk about Vintage: these clothes are reaaaally old.
Micah's little outfit used to belong to his daddy! Yes, that's right. Twenty-seven years ago a different little blond baby wore this outfit.
And Grey's outfit used to belong to his uncle Chris, lederhosen and all!
Look at how awesome it is.
Look at those lamas!
Haha, oh babies. I'm sorry I dress you up and take your picture for my own personal entertainment.
(But I'm not sorry enough to stop.)