evansville, in.

or i should say, HELLO EVANSVILLE.

where have you been all my life?

not really.  but we did find quite the antique mall treasure trove.  i cheated on my outfit post in 2 ways:

1.  it's a near repeat of my last post... just swapped the sweater and the BOOTS (my farewell nyc purchase, thankyouverymuch).

2.  it's taken in the reflection of a mirror.  can you say jersey? ***disclaimer***

just imagine riding this old fellow around a city.  not to mention, when seated, my knees came up to my chest.

check out his happy face.

$10 apiece.  my jaded nyc-bred shopping cohort looked at the price tag and muttered, oh boy, i'm in trouble.

imagine collecting salt and pepper shakers.  how easily it would just grow beyond your control...

3-mink stole.  totally belongs on top of a needlepoint cushion, and nowhere else.

badass wheels on the high chair.

check out her shoes.  leathahhhhh.

"aw, look at that craftsmanship..."

WA-BAM.

cigarette case.  

sweater: hm; shorts: old lee denim shorts from dad; tights: american apparel; boots: nyc, no label; scarf: target; bag: pendleton

vintage iron.  the costume geek in me squealed.  the wardrobe supervisor in me cringed.

my heart stopped.

... and then fell out of my chest.