Beautiful things

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.

Not that I'm bragging. Just trying to remind my pessimistic self that summer is a beautiful time. Because it is. 

You made me love you

  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. 

As I've said before, there are few benefits to living in the suburbs that almost make up for the fact that it is boring here. Very boring. 

Dress: 1940s, Fashion Forecast by Dorothy O'Hara

Sunglasses: 1960s, belong to my aunt

Shoes: Sofft, thrifted