How does one begin a blog? By letting those on the outside see a peek of your stunningly put together and well-developed life, providing inspiration to all? Or letting folks watch you stumble along, learn and hope you get it right once in a while? Since you would be waiting for an awfully long time for the former to happen, I think I’ll stick with the later.
I’m not young. I’m not trendy. I’m not fashionable. I’m not well put together. I don’t go out on weeknights. A night on the town involves a babysitter. Liquid eyeliner winds up looking like Morse code on my crepey eyelids. And I have a squishy middle that is impossible to squish into most vintage fashions that don’t involve the word muumuu.
But I live in a great town in a 1924 cottage, have a fabulous hubby and son, and a great love for all things vintage. I can’t be the only 40-something who likes to dress up on the weekend, right? So I bit the bullet.
I stressed for awhile. There are so many stunning vintage blogs that I follow, how could I possibly compare? I won’t try. They’re all younger, cuter, and with much larger vintage wardrobes than I. I have a mortgage and private school to pay for. Not a lot of extra cash laying around to buy an armload of Bakelite bangles, though I secretly wish my future lotto winnings will come sooner rather than later so I can start.
Why Lady By Choice? Anyone who dresses vintage can answer that one. Everyone asks you if you’re going out, in a play, going to a wedding. Skirts and heels nowadays equal fancy attire. So I choose to stand out; I choose to be dressy; I choose to be a lady. While no one may read this, it will be my own little diary of sorts that I hope to look back on now and again and will hopefully say after awhile, not bad, Broad.
‘Bye for Now,