when i was 39 i found her. my birth mother. turns out i am a mini-her. she was a vintage buyer and seller. i say was, because she passed away just 5 years later. that’s all i got time-wise. but i got a lot more oh yes i got her in me.
i discovered vintage in college (mid 80s) i was driving down a road in Greensboro, NC and saw a shop. i stopped. i went in. and i bought a dress from the 60s. i was hooked man was i hooked. over the years i enjoyed selling at flea markets (USA) and boot sales (UK) and now I do it for a living.
but meeting her made this happen. meeting her made me realise where all the bits of me i didn’t understand came from. all the bits my family didn’t get. they’re the nature bit. nature vs. nurture. once i understood this i finally got to BE me. and me wanted to be a vintage dealer.
so here i am. marymeems. we buy stuff.
marymeems 