When we were at the beach last week (the sixth and last time for the summer),
I checked out a kinda grungy-looking vintage shop.
Because I've never ever been in a vintage store.
And I love vintage! Problem? Yes.
I went in, even though it was called Garbo's Vintage.
And amongst the saggy baggy worn-out junk,
and the outdated weird dresses,
and the horrific 70's stuff,
and the lame guys' clothes...
There were treasures.
I found several lacy 50's dresses... the white one pictured above was... too small.
But the boot made me happy.
A couple cute outfits... how do ya like the fuzzy white hat?
Darling blue heels... of course they were too small.
What is up with vintage people being so stinkin' small??
I tried on this lovely wedding dress. It fit...as long as breathing was unnecessary.
Which it was.
But I would have bought it and worn it by any means possible...if it hadn't been $200.
I left part of my soul in that shop, and I'm gonna have to go back to collect it.