|I'm wearing: Target dress o thrifted sweater and purse o borrowed boots. All photos by Susie except for the last.|
One of my favorite afternoons from my trip to Orlando was spent rummaging through records and vintage clothing with my sister, Susie. We found a vinyl shop and Suse bided her time by sneaking photos of me while I lost track of time in the seemingly endless LPs. My sister finally convinced me to move on, but not before I picked up a couple Talking Heads records and left my promise that I'd return. We walked across the street to a trendy cafe where Susie and I bought a refreshing mint iced tea and a mint coffee, respectively. There was a vintage clothing store a few doors down that looked promising, but it ended up being a disappointment. Upon my entering the store the owner briskly stated that I was only allowed to come in because I had a lid on my drink, which immediately made me want to pour my half-full* cup of peppermint tea all over her over-priced Cosby sweaters. I tried to brush off her derogatory comment but she critically eyed my every movement, all the time talking on her cell phone!! It was obnoxious, so I left, and headed to a real gem, Dechoes Resale Emporium, where the employees are super friendly and actually offer you a beverage when you walk in. Needless to say, I tried on a million things, but I limited myself to buying a flouncy purple dress and a cardigan with golf carts and palm trees embroidered onto it. (How Florida can you get?)
*At least I'm an optimist?