NorthStar Vintage

Vintage Clothing from Maine

Overwhelmed – in the best possible way

NorthStar Vintage Corporate Headquarters are being renovated, so like an unmoored ship, I’ve been floating around Northern New England, finding LOTS of vintage. So much that I had to break down and buy more hangers – a first in the 10 years I’ve been selling vintage.
One lot is from a woman who was hippie [...]

Mentioned

On the Vintage Bulletin! Thank you!
Here’s the link.
This is the novelty print shirt they’re talking about.
The blouse is from the McMullen Company, who, I understand, used a lot of Liberty of London prints. I done some research, but cannot find any proof. Still, it’s a damn cute print, and it totally makes [...]

When it rains it pours

I’m going on a big cross state motorcycle trip tomorrow. I am excited. I would be SUPER excited if I weren’t missing some cool local stuff.
Day of Destruction. Smash-em-up at the local speedway. Possibly the most irony-free spot in the country.
Picnic Music and Arts Festival. I want to buy, I want [...]

My new favorite thing EVER

I freaked when I saw it was a vintage athletic jacket.
I freaked when I saw it was a vintage athletic BOWLING jacket, with pin and bowling ball shaped patchs.
I freaked when I saw that the patches were embroidered with the years the team won (making it easy to date) and that the winning team was [...]

Get Your Vote On

This woman is 47.
She is also a professional french horn player, vintage clothing dealer, and one of the coolest, smartest women out there. And good God, look at that skin!
Maggie has entered in More Magazines, “Redefining the F Word” Contest (her “F” word is Finery) and is one of the 25 semi-finalists.
She needs your [...]

Goth Redux

Because I work from home, I don’t have much opportunity to dress up. And when I do leave the house for something fancier than the post office or grocery store, I have a uniform – black top, black skirt, black tights, black boots, silver accessories, big black bag.
And all of a sudden, thanks to the [...]

9.1

Cleaning up post party beer cans and paper plates never makes me happy, but today, the act actually made me sad, as it’s the last “real” day of summer.
Granted, my sadness is nothing like what I would experience as a child, when at the end of our summer on a lake in Maine, we would [...]