blonde hair and a shop visit

My hair is blonde!  For the first time ever.  Well, for the third time, really.  I was a blonde baby.  And I've had it bleached once before, but with pink and orange in it, too.  And this is only temporary...I'm going in today to finish the process.  I'm hoping to end up somewhere in the silvery gray spectrum.  Anyway.  This isn't really the best photo of my outfit, but it's the least derp-y photo of me, so it's what you get. I've had this 1940s dress for ages, as well as the sandals (Nine West), and the vintage beaded necklace.  I always want to wear these beads, but hardly ever do.  The largest beads are the size of cherry tomatoes!

This was my one keeper from a recent vintage buy.  It holds a lot, and is surprisingly easy to carry for a bag that doesn't have a traditional handle.

We were downtown for a cocktail and dinner after seeing Wes Anderson's wonderful Moonrise Kingdom.  We stopped by our space at Lost and Found, too, which made me feel for a moment I was transported back to the 1965 setting of Moonrise.  (The movie is just as fun and quirky as you'd expect.  I think I loved the music most of all--Benjamin Britten's Noye's Fludde and lots of Hank Williams.)

While we were there, Andy put up the sign for our brand new dressing room.  Yes, we now have a dedicated dressing room at Lost and Found--woo hoo!

xo
K

some things never change

I was looking at some old photos and realized that perhaps--like so many things--our sense of style is set at an early age.  For example, I still think I look best with bangs.

(See what I mean about the bangs?)  I still love plaid.

I can't say I wear a lot of animal prints these days, but I do love my leopard coat.  And still rock serious bedhead sometimes.

A yellow dress with floral applique?  Yeah, I'd still wear that.

The nautical look?  Absolutely!

A plaid poncho?  Sure.  And I appear to have inherited a penchant for nerd glasses from my parents.

A scratch and sniff pizza t-shirt?  Nah, probably won't do that again.

xo

K