There's a quilting store here in town; it's the only place within an hour's drive that sells fabric, so on a whim, I wandered in, hoping to find something to make a dress out of. I chatted with the lady working, an older Polish lady, and told her I wanted to make a dress. She told me she just sold cotton and fleece, things to make blankets with.
I meandered over to the sale rack, and picked up a colourful print. "Could I make a skirt out of this?"
She laughed. "Maybe a poodle skirt."
"Right. Like a 1950's circle skirt?"
Her eyes lit up. I realized she had been joking, and when she realized I wasn't, she just got so excited.
Every time I talk to older women and ask advice on how to do my hair, or genuinely ask about fashion and makeup of forgotten times, their eyes light up. I'm sure they're used to young people snubbing the bygone ways, and they're happy to hear someone is interested in their lost arts.
This. This is one of the reasons I love vintage. I love when the elderly lady tells me all about the day she got her tea towels, and I love learning the perfect way to place a set of hot rollers. I love learning about anything mid-century, and my favourite people to hear it from are the ones who were around.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I bought the fabric. It was half price, and I bought more than I needed for $20.