dress: vintage, estate saletights: loehman's
shoes: forever21
too dressy for daytime? maybe. do i care? not so much. this dress is from one of the most ridiculous estate sales i've ever visited. the house was absolutely disgusting; it smelled like a thousand cats peed all over everything. the ceiling was falling apart due to water/mold damage, and the walls were essentially disintegrating. you'd expect the clothing to be in pretty bad shape too, but that wasn't the case. the woman had everything in dry cleaning bags from the 60's, locked away in cedar-lined closets. i bought about fifteen dresses and three pairs of shoes, which still were in the original boxes and tissue paper. as i unpacked the car when we got home, i saw a couple of stuffed envelopes, bulging with cash. i screamed and ran to show bryan. the shoes were $3. i hadn't seen the envelopes because they were hidden under the paper in the box and probably would have thrown it out if the boxes hadn't spilled all over the car. i was unsure about keeping it, but my dad was adamant that i did. the bills were so old that the ATM wouldn't accept them! i always tell bryan that he can't complain about going to estate sales anymore.
is there a moral to the story? good things come along when you're not looking for them, i guess.
thanks for the sweet comments yesterday. i think i made the right choice and that extra reassurance is nice. i over think everything and wasn't totally confident in my decision, but i think i am now. annie summed it up really well: "Never ever take a job where you'll feel any less than respected."
