Vintage. Value chic or last year's no ta?

I bought some vintage egg cups yesterday. I covered their history and previous egg cup buying traumas in my Merseybird blog.

You’ll be relieved to hear Andy had the manly, masculine brown egg cup at breakfast today and I the white one with a pink rose printed on the side (staying loyal to gendered stereotypes).

Do you like my cups?

They were a good bargain I reckon, and with vintage being all the rage these days I felt ‘on trend’ for the first time, ever.

Then I went on ebay just now and last night recently and saw a blouse on there labelled as vintage.

It didn’t look very vintage to me, I looked at the make and it was bloody Bon Marche. My mum used to get her skirts and jumpers from there (sorry if you’re a Bon Marche devotee or shareholder, I’m making a point here I promise).

Vintage. NOT Bon Marche

One thing I know is, Bon Marche isn’t vintage, especially a blouse that came out two years ago. (Yes I have a lot of time on my hands today, and Google unearths many an untruth). I wanted to report the seller to eBay but Andy wouldn’t let me.

Me: ‘I’m going to report them.’

Andy: ‘You’re not the vintage police.’

Me: ‘It’s not vintage though.’

Andy: ‘Step away from the laptop.’

Let’s get this right. Vintage is Ruby Woo lipstick, polka dots, mad jazzy patterns and old egg cups that don’t match.

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@cathbore