march just hasn't been my month. i have a lingering cold that just won't quit. i said goodbye to a dear friend. and just tuesday, i hit a cat on my way to work (more on that later. oh the tears).
but every once in a while, life stops doling out the lemons and just plain out gives you lemonade.
my sweet neighbor contacted me about some vintage clothes she had in her garage. ones that belonged to her late great aunt, who lived on a hundred acre farm fifteen minutes away. i wasn't sure what to expect. it's always a risk with vintage. it's either amazing or littered with moth holes and smells like cats.
but this collection. oh my. it was garment after garment of perfectly preserved floral sundresses, little blouses and gorgeous handbags. all my size and priced very fairly. hands down, it's the best purchase i've made all year. her name was marjorie and i do believe i'm a little in love with this lady and her impeccable style.
march, you've met your match.
