necklace - vintage, great-grandmother's / wood & brass bangle - vintage, thrifted / breton striped cardigan - H&M / striped tee - UO / tights - Calzedonia / brogues - Primark
...otherwise known as Day Two of my couch vigil, brought to you by Earl Gray, Kleenex, and copious quantities of expired Sudafed.
I am nothing if not dedicated to optimism while sick, so despite my body's misgivings, I made an effort to actually get up and get dressed today in hopes of making at least some small excursion. We even ventured out to get some lunch and for me to scope the nearest Salvation Army, but by the time we got there I was too exhausted for serious thrifting, and was further demoralized by the price tag on the first awesome dress I found.* So, once again, we turned 'round and headed home, and I swapped my tights for leggings and have been in a sniffly heap on the couch ever since. The highlight of my day was probably getting the boyfriend to watch a Justin Bieber number on a recent episode of Glee, as the Biebs has fairly recently entered our collective cultural awareness (yeah, we're old), but we weren't sure we had actually heard any of his music as of yet.
Much as I love this corner of our kitchen (it makes me feel like I'm in an Anthropologie catalog!), I have majorly high hopes of feeling better tomorrow, and making it out to some more interesting photo locations. Being sick is so totally boring, y'all.
*As an aside, it makes me so nuts when thrift shops mark-up 'vintage' pieces. To me it is totally different from the premium I expect to pay at a store devoted to vintage, where buyers are using their expertise to hunt down great pieces and curate their offerings for discerning customers. Thrifts that rely on donations don't bring any of that added value, so why should I pay £18 for one dress versus £2 for another, just because you've successfully identified it as 'old'? Obviously this burns me more in for-profit shops rather than charities, but still. (And I did not buy the £18 dress.)
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