I love New Life Thrift as I always see the strangest things there.
This looks like an earlier attempt at art restoration by the woman responsible for this...
Similar technique, no? I didn't buy it. I did however buy a designer, 1980's puffy gold lame full-length evening coat that I intend to use as a cover-up at the pool when we're on holiday in February. New Life Thrift is easily one of the best thrift stores in the US, and worth a trip to Nebraska. Because of the proximity to the Air Force base, you get things donated from people that have lived all over the world. There's some really strange stuff, and the book selection is incredible. OK that's my unpaid plug for New Life Thrift. I don't work for them, I just love the place!
I stopped to buy birdseed, and saw this in the window. Obviously, they know our Blondin.
We like shaved fennel bulb and red cabbage in winter salads to add a bit of interest to the lettuce and watercress.
I ate my share of a'la king foods as a child because my mother's idea of cooking was either sticking things between two slices of bread, or over toast. Salmon and peas always felt indulgent as tinned salmon was still a bit of a luxury item then. Tuna worked too, but we never, ever, had tofu a'la king.
Norton McNaughton top 90's Filene's
80's (ish) culottes-New Life Thrift
Necklace-Annual Omaha Fiber Arts Show a few years ago
Brooch-Vintage Carol Dauplaise (80's)-Marshall Field's (I had earrings and a necklace as well. I loved her early stuff).
Kells inspired wristwatch, 80's gift from dad
Enamel bangles-Both Target about 10 years ago
1960's clip earrings-Hand-Me-Ups
1960's handbag-A thrift store in western Massachusetts
Brooch on coat-(I think it is Miracle but it is only marked with numbers) Goodwill
Fragrance-Courreges in Blue
"Well let go of my leg!"
This watch never fails to get comments. It is huge and clunky, but I love it.
The brooch is in one piece. I had a beautiful one in two pieces, but I lost it. I'm still not quite over it either. I lost it at the library, and kept checking the lost and found hoping someone would turn it in, but no. I hope the
bastard that found it stabs themselves through the heart with it the person that found it enjoys it.
I'll leave you with a bit of Scottish rage at the cost of neeps in our supermarkets. Two and a half dollars a pound?! We're having parsnips instead. Thank God whisky is affordable!