Forgot to mention something from yesterday’s post. When I was in my 20’s, my first apartment was in Long Island City, Queens, New York. Today this neighborhood is very trendy. Back in the early 80’s it was mostly a mix of Hispanic, Italian American and artists. The rents were really cheap and there were some great Italian delis. The best part about the area, in my mind at least, was the Volunteers of America thrift store on the next block. It was a huge warehouse. My neighbor and I found out what time deliveries of donations came in and we would line up to get first dibs. We’d rummage thru large plastic garbage bags of stuff. At that time, you really could find some amazing vintage clothing. My closet was packed with 50’s sundresses and 60’s mod shirts and sweaters. And coats. I found a hot pink coat with 3/4 sleeves, a big collar and really large buttons. I wore it over to my folks apartment and mom thought it looked very familiar. She went thru her drawings and found it. Yes, it was Taylor’s coat that she had drawn twenty years before. It’s funny how things go full circle sometimes.
I don’t know what I did with that coat. I gave a lot of the clothes away to friend’s daughters. Maybe they have it. Maybe it was passed on again to another happy fashionista. That’s the way it should be.
Now where can I find that hat?