Excuse the squinting. You'd think will all that sun it would warm things up a bit-but no such luck I'm afraid. Oh well, no reason to let it ruin an exciting afternoon in...
So off topic-they just ran an ad on television for some sort of hormonal injection that's supposed to make middle aged women
My hearing isn't what it used to be, but even after I realised she said, "Old you" I couldn't get the image of Dr. Ruth out of my head. "I vant you to have good sex!"
I'm going blind, I thought my hearing was supposed to compensate or something.
Back to the clothes.
I couldn't make a trip to Council Bluffs and not stop at the Goodwill, could I? I wasn't disappointed. Goodness, I love early 70's prom dresses! The crystal pleats, the angel-flutter sleeves, the polyester! I came home with three-one pink, one blue, and one green. .99 cents each. Then, I found not one, but a pair of pure silk vintage jumpsuits (one purple, one teal) original belts intact. Oh, I adore Iowa. Iowa, Iowa, your thrift stores are divine, like a treasure chest of long forgotten time.
I know you're wondering..."What is she going to do with all those artichokes?" Artichoke pesto (probably) stay tuned.
Late 80's Guess dress-Thrift World
Coat-Evans, early 90's
Museum Company purse (80's, I think) Thrift World
Necklaces (and the one in my hair) all over, mostly Goodwill
Fragrance-(Very) vintage Coty Chypre (which is lovely, but fades oh so quick due to age. I would have loved to smell this fifty years ago, before the top notes all faded. Still, it is easy to see why it defined the genre. I'm going to try and locate a better preserved sample before doing a review).
So are you watching the Oscars tonight?
I hope you have a great week.