The last hurrah for my bright white linen tunic! I love the pintucks and the rolled-up sleeves. This was a few weekends ago, when M & I decided to go hunting for treasures at the Alemany Flea, and boy did we find treasures! Mine are too numerous to count, though my new brown lace-up booties are at the top of the list, and M's is featured below.
Here are some hints:
It's politically incorrect. It's made of leather. It's vintage.
This makes no sense, I realize, but there was a half-broken chair just lying in a alley and so I had to finish breaking it. I just had to.
Even Scab the Cat agrees, you see?
Are you still guessing?
You know what else doesn't make sense? THIS MURAL. What the hell?!?! It's a near-naked lady riding a snaggle-tooth pig-hippo thing. Maybe she's even nude. WHO CAN SAY. This lady. Also, her foundation doesn't match her body. It's too dark. SWATCH THAT ISH IN NATURAL LIGHT, FOR GOOD GRIEFS! Sigh.
IT'S A HOLSTER! A very handsome holster in supple leather made right in Texas, thanks. And do you know what M did the night she got it? She put it on over her manties (like Whitney, but different), and slept in it. I would awaken lightly in the night and M & I would rotate our spoons in the other direction, and I'd get a lovely whiff of tomboy skin + leather, and do you know what that combination does, ladies?
Yes. Yes, you do.
The pics above are from an excellent little block party we stumbled upon after the flea-marketing. Amazing quesadillas fresh from the grill, paired perfectly with homemade sangria, a cheeky poet at an old typewriter writing custom poetry, a nice band, friendly folks, cute dogs and a fierce bean bag competition. Which I won, natch.
Camel-y suede ruched boots: Buffalo Exchange Leggings: Nordstrom Rack Tunic: Banana Republic Belt, Bag, Earrings: Vintage Mini-purse: Modcloth Watch: Guess face w/ vintage wristband
M wears a Fyasko shirt with BDG jeans and Etnies sneakers. Aldo sunglasses. Vintage .357 revolver gun holster.