Maybe it’s because Fall is around the corner, the air is getting crisp and Hallowe’en doesn’t feel so far away anymore but I’ve been craving some vintage spookiness.

So, earlier this week on the tail end of a big lightening storm I drove to Quebec and climbed into a friend’s treehouse with a flashlight and a vintage christening gown. The gown was first used in 1940 for her mother’s christening, eight of her mother’s siblings were blessed in it, many of her own seven brothers and sisters including herself and finally her own three children.

Truly, it’s a beautiful gown in fantastic shape despite its age.