I feel like sort of a show-off with these vintage things, but I slipped this on tonight and had to high five Eli’s butt in my solitude. What is with vintage stuff fitting me like a glove? I must have a thoroughly old fashioned body type. (I didn’t need clothing to tell me that.) This was a trial run for vacation in a couple of weeks… and it’s definitely coming with.
But I will be leaving the white Reeboks I’m sure the previous owner of this dress wore while power walking to work at home.
The way I’m holding my wine glass here really ticks me off; it’s as if you can tell that I’m so uncomfortable holding a glass of wine and not sipping on it, that I feel compelled to explain its presence, like, “See? Pretty color.”
Phew. That was a lot of pink.
Check out Custard Heart Vintage’s etsy shop, and if you’re in Brooklyn this weekend and want to give me a non-fanny-related high-five, we will be there. Adios.