When Everything Old Is New Again

Remember that Peter Allen song? I found myself humming it window shopping down Madison. images-5  When everything old i-is new-ew a-again.

I took an early morning stroll, the only time to really get a good look in all the shop windows without having to crane your neck to see. My final assessment of all I saw was if I had every item of clothing I’ve ever owned, I’d never need to buy another of anything again.

I saw fringed jackets over seersucker sailor pants. Paisley culottes and little cotton shirts with anchors, and sea shells on the front.

Little short shirtwaist dresses in bright pastels alongside capris in red, white or blue. images-2 Handbags the size of a carry on luggage next to a clutch Grace Kelly or Audrey might have carried.

Every mannequin had a cardigan either flung across its arm or hanging from their plastic shoulders.

Sandals, flats, pumps and of course, stilettos with toes so pointed you could punch holes.

I’m stunned ripped Levis can cost up to three hundred dollars these days, and a sleeveless white ginny T once found at the Gap for ten bucks, now starts at forty.

No, they didn’t have price tags, but believe me when I say, nothing comes cheap anymore…

even resale. I had my eye on a Dolce Gabbana spring coat selling for 600 dollars. I decided to just save up and buy myself a new one.

Why do I give everything away? If something no longer cheers me when gazed upon, out it goes. I used to leave bags of things by the trash until learning one could get a hefty fine. Then I saw a homeless woman in a pair of my boots. That kinda threw me, especially seeing she had the right one on the left.

Now it gets donated properly, but what a pain in the ass it is to be proper.

images-6 Fashion I suppose is quite limited when you think about it. Unless you want to look like an alien with spikes down the back, what can one do new to a little black dress? images-8 Of course this doesn’t stop me from buying still another. I saw one in Barney’s window with a swing hem. images-7Hmm, I sure do like that, I thought pressing my nose against the glass. Better check my closet though to see if I already have it.

And do-on’t throw the past away
You might need it some other rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When everything old is new again
When everything old i-is new-ew a-again

Sing it Peter, wherever you are.           images-2

SB

 

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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12 Responses to When Everything Old Is New Again

  1. I could just imagine someone with a monstrous, revolving closet, that revolves every twenty years or so, as things come and go in fashion. 🙂 It might not be worth the storage, but it would make shopping easier (that’s from a guy’s perspective, where clothes shopping is something to be avoided).

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    • Isak Dinesen wrote a short story about how things in one’s closet suddenly look as if they belong to someone else. I believe it’s in Angelic Avengers…that’s why I give them away. There’s suddenly no relationship to that ball gown that made you once feel like you were at the Oscars. Jeans, a hoodie and a blazer seems to be the safe way to go. Those you keep till they fall off from wear.

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  2. micklively says:

    Do fashion and style pull in opposite directions? Just wondering.

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  3. katecrimmins says:

    OMG! That is so me! I often re-buy something I owned before. I can go into the women’s section and look at the clothes and say, “I had one of these. Had one of those. That didn’t work for me then but maybe it’ll work for me now.” I concluded that I’ve owned every possible fashion style over the decades. Tried to sell to a consignment shop but the rules were too hard. Easier to donate so the homeless ladies look good.

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    • That’s so funny…so I’m not alone. The trouble with consigning, at least in these parts…you can’t really know what they sold anything for. It’s the perfect business to pull a fast one…and it is a lot nicer to donate.

      Let’s go shopping for stuff we’ve already bought. I’ll meet ya 🙂

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      • katecrimmins says:

        Same thing here. You have to have 10 pieces and you have to check back. If they sell it and you don’t check back, too bad for you. My sister-in-law did some stuff. They told her they didn’t sell and that had donated it. She wondered.

        Meet you at Starbucks!

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      • I’ll be the one in the little black dress that doesn’t have spikes 🙂

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    When my four children began wearing bell bottoms and tie-dye (a while back) I had fun telling them “Been there, done that.” Actually I never did wear tie-dye, just didn’t like it. I was more into the gypsy look.
    You are so right when you say, “What goes around, comes around.” Unfortunately, it waits to come around until a day after I give the old stuff away.

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