It caught my attention as I took a visual inventory of the jam-packed racks. In a mad dash, I went right for it. The red and white striped polyester fabric was a sassy halter dress and matching jacket. It screamed "hip and with it." OK. So, maybe it said something more like "hip and with it 30 years ago."
I can get dangerous in a place like The Orange Peel. If I'm not careful, I could end up bringing home a whole new-but-used wardrobe, with styles an illustration of the past six decades.
I love the bright orange walls of this vintage consignment shop in Fondren. They match the orange leather chair that sits by the sales counter. I soak up the tantalizing aroma that indicates "vintage" and "cool" are nearby. I love that smell because I know soon I'll be strolling through bits and pieces of the past.
I'm determined to find my treasure inside the intriguing inventory: the poster of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" cover art; a couple of dresses, not vintage, but cute nonetheless; pieces for my mom's vintage jewelry collection in the big glass case.
It is almost closing time. I go back to the red outfit, willing myself to the next rack filled with silky, lacey nightgowns. These soft, fancy gowns lead my thoughts to Woodbury Drive, 4 years old at MaMaw's house. I'd twirl and nestle into the smooth feel of each fancy costume. MaMaw took Polaroid snapshots as I posed, with her finger over part of the viewfinder, adding a little character to the developed picture.
I grab the pinkest nightgown on the rack as I head for the register.
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