Last weekend I spent in Bergen, a town on the west coast of Norway. Bergen is known to most Norwegians as the town surrounded by seven mountains. Spring seems to be just around the corner there, very unlike here where the snow keeps poring down. I couldn't believe the joy when I stumbled over a bunch of violet flowers. The streets are mostly covered in pebble stones and the houses are made of wood, like most houses in the country, the difference however, is that the houses in Bergen seem to be built in miniature sizes.




On my first attempt at this shop I desperately staggered towards the door, drenched in water, or rain to be more specific, hoping for something (other than the weather) to light up my day. With my luck being, well non existing that day, the store was off course closed – go figure.

The next day I visited the small cozy boutique-like shop. The stock definitely did not disappoint. The clothes were in reasonable condition, and so was the price. There was one thing though: When I go vintage shopping it is nothing like any average shopping trip.

To me it is should be a cocktail of simple but hard-to-get ingredients. First of all clothes with potential, second (and of almost equal importance) a helpful and interesting shop personnel/owner who is more than pleased with sharing the clothes histories, coming with suggestions and telling stories about their time in the business. To me vintage hunting can resemble a trip to a museum rather than to the mall.

- Unfortunately the second ingredient missed from this adventure. (Although it might be because of the womens cross country skiig World Cup on the radio?) I did however end up with two pieces, they both need a bit of tlc, but will hopefully appear earlier rather than later.



Finding back to a old hobby of mine - drawing. This time around my outfit is copied by the drawing, with a bit of a twist.

(My people drawing skills are not much to brag about, so for now I am borrowing the model from sewingcouture.com, applying the clothes myself)