Holli Mintzer's Adventures in Vintage Window Shopping column last addressed the vital issue of the princess coat.

We don’t really think that often about feet. I mean, I don’t. Maybe you do, I’m not judging. But feet are not a thing I think about particularly, and more than that the size of people’s feet is something I very rarely dwell on.

But it does come up occasionally, for me, because vintage shoes are so goddamn

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My love of vintage clothing did not begin gradually. It started with a dress: a perfect 1950s party dress, made of heavy black-and-pink silk, with a row of tiny buttons down the front. It was $15 at Value Village, it was exactly my size, and I knew when I found it that I wanted to dress that way every chance I got. I’m obsessive by nature (I know more about Buffy the Vampire Slayer than…