In high school vintage meant an old worn in t-shirt from the thrift store.
In college it meant hippie dresses and my dad's black leather bell-bottoms.
In my early twenties it meant old, dusty fur jackets that used to belong to my Nana.
Most recently vintage means better than anything that is made today.
A few weeks ago I rekindled an old love affair... with Secondi on Connecticut Ave. What is not to love about good vintage finds mixed with new items?