Be Kind: Go To Rewind

Um, I hardly ever do this. But since I missed the big
opening of the Gucci boutique at Nordstrom MOA last week, I figure I’d better slobber over some other local shop or other. Now, I assume that some of you, like me,
are decidedly lacking in coin these days, and therefore cannot rationalize the
purchase of a new GG bag. So, I’ve decided to take you to a shop that won’t
unravel the billfold …

Rewind is a vintage store on

Johnson Street

in Northeast
Minneapolis. Of course, this corner of the world is particularly tough to get
to now that the 35W bridge is gone, especially if you’re coming from the
Southside. But it’s worth the trek. I stopped in Tuesday night, and the first
thing I spotted once inside: A slice of Uptown history.

 

Schlampp’s Furs was a high-buck store in the Uptown Area
that closed in, oh, I think it was sometime in the ’70s. (I don’t have my
Uptown History book with me at the office today, but I’m pretty sure that’s
where I acquired this hazy factoid). Now, here’s the cool thing: At stores vintage
and consignment stores all over town, you will occasionally spot a beautiful 40s, 50s, or 60s-era Schlampp’s store-brand coat—and no, they’re not all fur. But they are extremely
well-made. Last year, I picked up a 60s-era slate-blue wool one with big buttons and a
flattering sash along the waistline. (But that wasn’t at Rewind. It was at
Everyday People.) This one I’d like to buy for my mother.

Note that Rewind favors looks from the 70s and 80s. For
example, these killer boats …

This knit Ella Moss dress I’d like to buy but, sadly, I
implemented a Christmas gifts-only policy as of the first paycheck of November. Here’s a question, while I’m at it: Is it tacky to buy presents second-hand? I
think not.

Love this season’s over-sized sweaters, but choke every time
you spy the associated price tags? Here’s a lovely vintage version, from Sears
…

Finally, check the selection of clutches. We love clutches
and, yes, sadly, that has much to do with packing these teensy purses into the
ginormous, back-breaking sacks we all lug around these days.