I had to go to Iowa today. When I dress like this in Nebraska, I get a lot of stink-eye. In Iowa, where they respect a nice hat almost as much as a Maid-Rite sandwich, it is an ice-breaker for conversation. I had a lovely afternoon, chatted with some interesting people, and was able to, "do my own thing" without hostile glaring. Sometimes I think I'm living on the wrong side of the Missouri river. I know it is only a short bridge to Council Bluffs, but the attitude shifts and people are less full of themselves.
Wool polo neck-Nicked it from Danny (he prefers cotton anyway)
Skirt-Talbots about 15 years ago
Vintage Specialty House Fashions jacket-Hand-Me-Ups
Madden Girl shoes-Goodwill
Vintage handbag-Salvation Army store, Lincoln
Fragrance-Vintage perfume concentration Emeraude
...here's Danny holding one. There's no law saying you have to fill it with coffee-you could get soda, or juice, or a milkshake, but the coffee refills are free, so that's your economical option in the event you wanted two gallons. Even I think that's obscene, and I love a good bargain.