After living in chic Europe for so many years, I find myself in a similar situation in the US now. Where I am, it is Real Housewives, dyed blonde hair on every head, labels, bling...or else overt hipsterism. I stick out like a sore thumb with my vintage skirts and Victorian hair and frequently get comments like "why are you so dressed up?", but I take peace in the fact that there are a handful of like-minds scattered here and there. But, despite looking different, what is suprising is that I get compliments from the most unlikely of characters - like gruff old biker dudes.