I found this synthetic beauty in the crappiest Goodwill I've ever seen in York, Nebraska. I nearly left it when the hapless girl working there couldn't figure out how to work the register ( I mean, you're working at Goodwill-it isn't like life is being great to you, ya know? I wasn't about to make it worse for her). Instead, I went down the street to find an ATM and paid cash instead-it wasn't much, and worth the effort.
Our mini-road trip went great. Here's Danny dropping off his entries in Grand Island for the fair.
Thanks to everyone for your well wishes-it means a great deal to Danny having so much encouragement. It means a lot to his mama too-you guys are the best!
Danny-Shirt and shorts both K Mart
Me-Carole Little Ultrasuede skirt-Goodwill
Fragrance-Courreges in Blue
After leaving the fair, we stopped at both Goodwills in Grand Island, and hit the vintage perfume motherlode. Shulton Friendship Garden, Blanchard Plaid, My favourite Avon ever-Charisma (still fresh!), A very old bottle of Windsong in a green crown shaped bottle, and something else that's escaping my mind at the moment. Anyway, I was thrilled to get my hands on them so cheaply. We did a few more thrift stores in Lincoln before heading back home. It was a long ride (next week will be worse, but we'll take more breaks) but the last stop at the Salvation Army in Lincoln was astounding. I came home with a whopping fifteen dresses, and spent about $25.00. I've been to that store, and it is always worth a stop, but I've never experienced anything like that. They had to belong to the same person-same size, similar style/era. I'll be wearing them in future posts.
Vintage maxi dress-Goodwill
Vintage souvenir shopper/tote-Goodwill
Enamel 60's brooch-Hand-Me-Ups
Lippy-Revlon Snowy Peach
We stopped by Mullhalls garden centre today for a bit of a nature walk around the grounds. We may be, "adopting" a few cocoons they have in a mesh cage with poles that need someone to care for them. I'm flattered that they feel we'd be good caregivers. As we were leaving an employee had lifted a large swallowtail butterfly from a spider's nest. It was dead, but only very recently so, and she asked Danny if he'd like to have it. He cradled it carefully on the ride home, and was just barely able to mount it (they stiffen badly if not put in a kill-jar). I wonder if Darwin's mother had a house full of mounted insects and various bugs captured in jars? Oh well, better a naturalist than a naturist, as I always say! I'm sure the Naked Rambler's mum has it worse.
Since I'm already dressed in my Puritan garb, I think I'll go out. Who's up for a witch burning? No? Fine, let's just stay in and watch, Bewitched.