I bar myself from going into Carrie's because it turns me into a shopaholic. I get junkie shakes rifling through their collection of fifties prom dresses, Victorian (YES!) bloomers, ties, pill box hats, military jackets, shoes and other vintage paraphernalia. Over the years, I have bought the following from them:
Black cartoon deer bookends
An embroidered Betsey Johnson blazer
A green wool jacket from a traditional Austrian costume
Damask-covered Victorian granny boots
A crapload of costume jewelry from the cheapy box (which they seem to have discontinued)
Ties
More cheap shoes
ohhh and lots of other things that I have snuggled at night and whispered sweet honey to.
Go here with no agenda and you won't be disappointed. There be gold in them thar hills, my stylin', history-appreciating brothers and sisters of impeccable taste. Go forth and ye shall find the Marchesa de Casati in all her fur-clad naked glory distilled and woven into a jacket, an old silk slip, a modern philosopher's blazer with leather elbow patches blowing lavender smoke rings from the corner of your eye.
You will find a part of you you thought you'd lost.