I GOT A NEW OLD DRESS TODAY

Do you know why I have a label called "The lazy thrifter gets lucky"?
That's because I seldom have to put any effort in to doing great finds, as they are mostly handed over to me (well that plus I get lucky in the internet :)


Today my mom came to help me clean out a closet in the flat still filled with my grandfather's books (plenty enough to fill a small town library. Well, at least the WWII section...) and brought along a mint condition day dress that was originally my grandmother's but which she didn't wear and which my mom didn't fit in to and now gave up on after twenty ears of waiting. A button down dress in thin soft cotton that worked very well on a hot day like today.

Keep up the good work fate!

NEIL

We drove home from the festival we performed at yesterday in the pale summer night listening to Neil Young. I think Neil Young is perfect for whatever road you are driving on, but especially the on that leads home, in the middle of the night.

Neil Young is one of those artists I find it odd to hear somebody say they don't like. Like Johnny Cash or say, Elvis. Or the Beatles. Like someone saying they don't like icecream.

ELOVENA

I turned my red patent heels into daisy-shoes for my Elovena number.

And now I'm packing them as we Itty-Bitties head over to a festival in the countryside to perform. Mini road trip, yey!

A FEW MINUTES OF HOUSEWIVERY

(I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you can almost hear this outfit scream "Clog sandals! Leave the pumps, go clog sandals"! Matching the bag. Oh yes.)

(Meow meow all the time meowing...)

This is what I was wearing the few hours that I played housewife today (actually, also the few hours I was able to wear something other than work wear). I've gone housewife (for those few hours) all week, as Eddi has been coming over for lunch every day; he works just around the corner. I've been putting on a dress (and lipstick, of course), biking to the store to pick up something nice and then back to prepare a great lunch. And just when everything starts feeling all ladi-dadi-da and nice I have to drag my behind to work. Damn. Off with the dress, on with the gear. But then again, I couldn't buy all the important and useful stuff I get all the time without my work now could I, as burlesque doesn't really make me rich. (Yet.)


Dress, perfect for hot and humid days - vintage from Q's daydream
Bag - bought at a bazaar in Tunisia some ten years ago