|beret, pants, coat, Coach bag, and gloves, vintage / glasses, BonLook / scarf, self made / shoes, Loeffler Randall / shirt, Zara|
Hello! So clearly the above photos were taken before the entire country sans Florida was blanketed in snow (my dog is way pumped, I'm a little less thrilled). Ah, the good ole days of last week. I wore the above ensemble to go on a vintage hunting and pizza date with my hubs. I usually don't don vintage duds when I go to estate sales, as I hate being followed around by the estate sale company's employees as they try to get me to buy ridiculous 80's polyester blouses. It's funny how quickly wearing vintage gets you type cast by others. There isn't a week that goes by where I'm not asked if I'm going to a costume party. I wonder what makes people think they can ask others why they are "so dressed up?" When I see people walking around in the same crummy North Face jacket they've had since college paired with light wash, boot cut jeans and old sneakers I don't approach them and say, "Hey, I was wondering why you don't give a shit?" Maybe I should. But then I'd also have to start wearing sneakers because I'd probably have a lot of running away to do.