This past Sunday me and one of my dearest fashion frenzies (shoutout to Whitney) went on a mission to this local vintage store I had been hearing so much about. I was weary at first, as I browsed the racks and dodged the annoyed looks of the employees because it was 15mins to close. I was starting to think my prejudgements had been right as I reached the end of the first color coordinated aisle with no luck until I saw her. Yes her. A 3/4 quarter sleeve teal v-neck shirt with bronze buttons down the shoulder of one sleeve. It was my size and made of possibly the softest cotton I've ever touched. I raced to the register and pulled out my plastic who cares if Id only had $5 to my name? I had to have her. With the help of my NIU student discount I walked out of there with what is now my newest obssession that only cost me $1.70 and a whole new outlook on life and on fashion. It was a small first step towards becoming a vintage connoisseur but it certainly opened the gates to a whole new world. The moral of the story is to never judge a book by its cover and in this case the cover is the Salvation Army on Sycamore =).
there she is |
the beauty is in the details |
Add my styling and voila! |