after our friend’s wedding in pennsylvania, we checked out longwood gardens. the entrance fee was almost 20 bucks per person and we debated whether or not it would be worth it. once we started walking around we both got so relaxed and decided, while pricey, it was a perfect day to be there. while wondering around a woman came up to me, said she liked my dress, and asked where i got it. i thanked her and said, “it’s vintage,” i couldn’t help but think about how pretentious i must have sounded. recently, i was at a coffee shop and the barrista said he liked my bag. this time i had a moment to stop myself and instead said, “thanks, it’s really old.” another man chimed in, “don’t say it’s old, say, it’s vintage.” i explained my deal and we were coming up with other ways of describing vintage items. i’ve come to the conclusion that i’m comfortable saying, i got it from a thrift shop or specifying the decade it’s from. then again, “it’s from the 60′s,” may be just as pretentious. i was thinking about why i even offer this information, when it’s not asked. i think there’s a part of me that wants people to know that what i’m wearing isn’t new, nor is it expensive. this dress, for example, was eighteen bucks. the same price as the entrance fee to the gardens.