Not that I'm bragging. Just trying to remind my pessimistic self that summer is a beautiful time. Because it is.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
There's nothing quite like a bouquet of flowers you picked by the freeway after seeing an intresting movie or a beaded 1920s dress, and over this past weekend I got both. I also found a curling iron from 1917 ("Functional?!" You may ask. Who knows!), a series of 1940s National Geographics, and a patch for my letter sweater. And today started with eating pancakes and finding out that I didn't have to work today after all.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
These photographs were taken the Saturday before last, shortly after I found a 1940s dress in my favorite color at a garage sale. It was one dollar! I also bought the matching shoes (brown leather pumps) for another dollar because I'm a sap. They're way too small for me of course, even though the dress fits like a glove. I read up a little bit on my dress' designer, Dorothy O'Hara. She designed for the stars and started her line in the 1940s. I think it ended in the 60s.