You know what’s a funny word?
I mean, vintage these days means anything. Once it meant something to do with grapes (Vitis vinifera) and then with the yield of grapes and with the wine that comes from the grapes. Later it also became associated with the year the wine the grapes yielded was. And then it was the group of people born in the year the wine the grapes yielded was.
And so on.
But now it’s even extended to that one year, long ago, where the furniture was perhaps cuter or maybe not necessarily. And the wine and the grapes and the people are gone.
But what’s left is the faux finishes and the chain distressing and the tattered lace and the faded cloth and the absurd price.
Certainly the shame was left out.
I dare you to go to your local Craigslist and type in anything + "vintage" and see just how much crap you get in return. And the items that are actually worth half a crap are monstrously expensive if they feature that poor little vandalized word.
Well? Go on! Go to your Craigslist and see. But if you find something supercute or outrageous, don’t keep it all to yourself, okay?