This is another one of the gowns I scored at that incredible estate sale for $10.
I still need to take it in, I have clips in the back right now. I think I might take it to a tailor. I can't make up my mind. Half the time I can take something in perfectly fine.
50/50 might not be good enough for something this cool.
As a side note my girlfriend bought me a perfect little silver vintage clutch to complete this outfit which I didn't have when I took these photos. Thanks Hazel! How did you know?
A close-up shot of the fabulous beading and my vintage earrings.
And closer still…
Don't worry…I'm not any getting closer than that.
Otherwise it'll be like those microscopic mirrors they use for facials where your skin looks like the surface of the moon.
Dress – 1950's by Ardley Frocks, Danforth Ave in Toronto
With all of the great dresses I scored at that estate sale I seriously need to up my social schedule. My closet has a much more interesting life than I do.
What do they say?
…"Build it and they will come."
That is my excuse.
In my mind I live in Beverly Hills, living the high society life of a spoiled celebrity.
In reality I live in what currently looks like the North Pole, living the simple life with a spoiled pug.
My closet is mocking me.
Does your closet mock you? Or are you great friends that get along swimmingly?