Vintage Van at Antique Bazaars. You have provided me with vintage swimwear, an amazing green chiffon dress with beadwork, 1950s sundresses, and hats for a day at the race. For this, I thank you. You make me feel like I am once again a child playing dress-up. I’d like to give a shout-out to the man downstairs at the counter who seems to only mildly tolerate my inquiries about vintage jewelry. You are fantastic. Fantastic! There seems to be a nice collection of dusty/decomposing books here— in a case near the door. I’ve been meaning to check these out but generally spend most of my time upstairs trying on every sticky-zippered garment.