The Bad Twin Vintage Bargains ON SALE NOW

That's me. 

The Bad Twin. 

I'm celebrating!

 It's my Etsy anniversary and I've finally got 200 + sales. 

Over the last year I worked a lot (and collected a lot). I sewed like a bad ass turning out a couture dress (seen to your left) out of hand-me-downs AND constructed my first original pattern that will be (wearable and hot) available in my shop in no time.

Look behind me, just two weeks ago the garden was hidden by snow. I'm happy to put behind me yet another season of freezing vintage photo shoots.

I'm excited for the warm weather to bring some growth. So out with the old to make room for the new. This week, April 1st -April 8th (at midnight) my ENTIRE SHOP is 30% off! 

My main squeeze and I took a boat load of pictures today and I will be listing many new items starting at sale prices!  Nothing will be held back from the sale. 

Check out my Vintage Dresses...

 Vintage Tops 

Vintage Bottoms

Vintage Treasures 

Men's Shop 

Last minute Prom!

Professionally Gift Wrapped Dress

 

Marshmallow Peep Show Dress

Structured Dance-A-Thon Dress 

One thing hasn't changed and wont change I want to make you look good and feel happy with your purchase. Happy shopping and don't forget, you deserve it! 

x o x o

T  H  E     B  A  D     T  W   I   N

The Future of Vintage

I found this deep inside a walk in closet at an estate sale. You had to enter the walk in closet through the bathroom. Smack in the middle of the bathroom was a red claw foot tub, it was outrageous.


The wardrobe held only a few vintage pieces. I was drawn to the gold material and had to own it when I saw the shorts...

H O T   P A N T S !

When I say 'own' it that's not really the truth. Foster parent is more like it. Under my care this singlet got a good soak, minor mending and some play time!

I love to play dress up and this piece was a dream to model. Looks so good you can look beyond my dimpled thighs.

When I listed this at The Bad Twin Vintage it got a lot of immediate attention. I got best offers and pleas for discounts. I held out. Fresh, unique and rare I knew it was bringing traffic to my shop.

There was no doubt that I found it's perfect permanent home when Marty bought this. Ok, ok, she bought it, it had a new home whether I liked it or not but a note came along with her purchase. She asked if she could convince me to overnight it. I love a girl who knows what she wants and Marty wanted these hot pants ASAP.  She then complemented me on such a rad find. I was sure that I had made an excellent match. 

The next day I had this golden gem in the mail on it's way to a new life in Montana with Marty. I was a proud mama, I knew the future for this vintage piece was bright. As the temporary guardian for these garments I break all ties after I ship it away. I always remind my customers to give me their feedback after they get their purchases but I rarely get it. So when Marty messaged me after she opened her package telling me how happy she was I had to ask for pictures of her rocking this one-of-a-kind item. Did Marty have a special occasion that warranted gold hot pants? Was this for a performance? 

Her reply couldn't have had a happier ending for the gold hot pants, 

"Haha. No occasion! Well... The occasion was --- its FRIDAY! and we went to see Yonder Mountain String in concert... needless to say we turned some heads. We LOVE to dress up! I'm still trying to hunt down some more photos... we were to busy having fun to bust out the camera!"

Thank you so very much Marty! You have been a dream customer. You, and your friend, look amazing. The future of this vintage piece is a totally rad woman, time, and place. 

X O X O X O
T H E   B A D   T  W I N 

P.S. Id like to give you all a heads up on my SPRING SALE >> 30% off the entire shop from April 1st-April 8th at midnight. 

P.P.S. Marty, for you being, well, you, I'd like to offer you 50% off of any one item in the shop (for the duration of the sale). 

When Doves Cry

Sometimes dreams come true. 

This sweet dream started over a year ago when I began to see a different side of a man I knew well. He reached out to invite me to join him and a bottle of single malt scotch which he thought he would drink alone. Our long term acquaintance fueled a conversation that lasted all night long. 

We sat closer than we ever had before. 

He knew before I did. He took my hand and took me on plenty of adventures. Our dates weren't out of the ordinary but our experience was. When I followed suit we began to write a love story that only happens in fairy tales. He treats me like a princess. I treat him like my Prince. 

His musical follies have had me hypnotized since day one. He's got a God given talent, the kind that fervently sings from deep inside of you through past lives and the blessings of  players whom have passed...

and THE one that is formally known as...

Through a collaboration he finds himself in Milan playing avant garde versions of Prince songs. I was super lucky to see the only State-side performance. The band was amazing. They played for a packed room and had the audience on the edge of their seats awaiting each song. I mean who isn't a Price super fan (hands down best Super Bowl Half Time Act EVER.)

He left for Milan on the 15th, the day after our second Valentines Day together. Neither of us have particularly cared for this holiday in the past but now we never pass up an opportunity to show each other how much we love one another. We handmade our Valentines this year. He crafted me a flower out of love poems he penned and folded into paper airplanes. 

 I made him a Prince ruffle shirt for his Prince inspired gig. 

 I googled "prince ruffle shirt" and I used the the first image for my inspiration. 

Hello you Sexy M.F.

 I started with a plain white button up shirt. 

Raided my stock pile of fabric for something white and found this perfect eyelet material. 

commitment cut 

I added a new collar, layers of chest ruffles, and even more ruffles to the cuffs. 

Here's my well-shirted Prince with a red leather blazer. 

 While I know he's properly dressed for Milan I know I sure miss him. 

Nothing compares 2 U. Make me proud! 

X O X O X

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WOODSHED IV

Woodshed is the stuff dreams are made of.

Thank you Danny O for the conception of this one-of-a-kind festival and the opportunity to be a participant. 

Thank you MCLA's Gallery 51 for hosting this amazing collaboration between gallery and artist.

In preparation the gallery's long room was sectioned into 30 individual studios and the walls were made bare. 

The gallery became our jam space and we brought our instruments.

Even before the opening sentiments were uttered those artists who had settled in began to work and the room began to sing. 

The gallery remained open to the public and the installation became our technique, process, and work ethic.

 Posted work hours were from 10am to 10pm yet some of us had a feverish drive to work until daybreak, living together in a multilevel condo steps from the gallery's door it was easy to keep each other refueled.  Together we kept the pace. The only competition is yourself. I became my own challenger. I dared to break self imposed limitations. There is only one rule; collage. My interpretation of this theme has been diverse, from sex pillows to quilting but I have always brought my sewing machine. 

Jennifer Huberdau writes for The Boston Globe and asked me a few questions while in the Woodshed. Here's an excerpt from the article, 

Maggie Hunt, a Boston artist in the event for her third time, said her past experiences inspired her to learn to sew. ‘‘I definitely could not sew four years ago,’’ she said, while working on two dress designs. ‘‘When I was here two years ago, I was making quilts. After that, I asked myself why I was making quilts, when I could be making my own clothes. Now I can make my own patterns and my own clothes.’’ 

My growth as seamstress has been spurred by two things. Woodshed and dresses. I ambitiously planned to collage an entire winter fashion  line from found articles of clothing. I focused on finishing my two favorite designs.

My first goal made my first original pattern wearable; a hooded tube dress with an over sized kangaroo pocket, raglan sleeves, and details inspired by this varsity sweater I have in my own closet. 

I collected sweatshirts from thrift stores and the closets of my friends and pieced them together to fit my pattern pieces. 

My next goal was to create a dynamic dress from a hand-me-down Jones New York tweed jacket.

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Here is the Jones New York tweed jacket with velvet collar shown in it's original form and in mid-process with pins, chalk, and some washi tape for marking. These velvet Versace pants lost their luster when the velvet began to peel off and I gained some confidence cutting them apart. Once the first cut was made it was easy to snip the lattice work off of an existing dress.  

I designed a paneled dress to lend itself to the collage of my found materials. 

My fervent will to create did not die after our curator's deadline passed. I continued with one last project, a skirt, so I could dress myself in art for the opening night.

Look how cute we are! My bff Jen enjoyed modeling my sweatshirt dress and I wore my last minute skirt. This was one of the proudest moments in my life. 

The day of the opening I set up camp in the kitchen of our rented condo and deconstructed and reassembled two skirts and a tee shirt without a reserve.

I cut the waist band and pockets off off an intensely green colored suede skirt with a wonderful pattern.

I sewed sections of a graphic tee shirt within the pleats of a deep blue wool skirt. The tee shirt had an image of a woman doing yoga at the summit of a mountain. The skirt's movement revealed the spliced image, peek-a-boo!

 

The gallery was packed opening night. It was a honor to see the audience reaction because I knew the artists and the evolution of each piece.

My dress seems to be playing the cardboard harp replica

Can you see my mangled fingers? My eyes focus on me proudly discussing my show piece with a woman at the opening.  

I could have never done this alone in my sewing room. I would have had to stop for food for thought, check on status updates and question both my ability and my ideas. The marathon of Woodshed encourages me to pace myself and cross the finish line. Since I started sewing I've been terrified to cut anything apart. My fear of deconstruction was less than my fear of going belly up with this project allowing my real time creativity to do double time. Now I just hope this dress can keep up with me! 

X O X O X O 

T H E   B A D   T W I N 

p.s. I made the fringe belt too! A found a leather skirt sliced up.