Lovely grey skies, I've missed them dearly.
Summer is refusing to die around these parts, but my gloomy friends are finally peeking out here & then.
Bring it on.
A few weeks ago, Jaynie and I took a little trip down to Georgetown for the afternoon.
Such an ideal weekend adventure, involving trailer park vintage markets, deco diners, crumbling beer factories, an antique mall, an outdoor design market, and some 40s jewelry scores.
Also, we ran into a food cart selling bowls of curry chocolate donuts. Um, NOM.
Sometimes wearing old things comes with unforeseen quirks.
Scored this burgundy suede 40s clutch a month or so ago for $5, and finally took it out for a spin....
it bleeds pink dye onto everything it encounters. I caught it red handed, if you will.
Anyone have ideas for making the color stay? Perhaps waterproof leather spray for shoes?
It's grounded until the issue is resolved.
Pants and I aren't really friends yet. I'm determined to make this relationship work, despite the fact that I feel a bit self conscious whenever I put them on. I can wear a ludicrous feathersveilsequins explosion of a hat and not bat an eye, but I put on pants and suddenly get all weird. wtf?
(Thus, the title of this post.)
40s scarf, 40s blouse, 40s wedges, bakelite heart: Lucky Dry Goods
50s mens pants: Red Light
40s-50s blazer: Le Frock
40s clutch: antique store