OK - now moving on to the real [vegetarian] meat of the matter:
I have officially become a thrift store snob.
Actually, I changed my mind (ADD, so sue me)- so more on that later. Too much vintage glory to contain in one little outfit post.
And when I say glory, I am in no way being melodramatic.
Glory it 'tis.
Until then, let's make a gentle little transition from my blog of late to that of one stationed in Paris -
now coming to you fully equipped with a slurry of ornate doorways, tiled walls, and classic cafes . . .
oh, and me.
Vanity is global, folks.
And so is my foot-pic obsession. That seems to be global too.
So guys . . . any destination recommendations?
Any must-see thrift stores I'm required to attend before arrogantly posting that I've "seen 'em all"?