This was one of those scenes where I turn to P and say, “Look at this,” P gives it a glance, tries it on, then hands it back to me and says, “Enh.” And I buy it anyway.
It just so happened that everything today was thrift store – L.L. Bean broadcloth button-up, J. Crew “boy jean,” and vintage Sarah Coventry necklace from the place we volunteered over the summer; vintage Coach bag and Tod’s slides from the (much larger) thrift store up the road.
It would actually be an understatement to say that this is what we look like when we move – more accurate would be that this is how we live – always, anywhere, everywhere, together or apart. The flannel shirts, too. I think I even have those socks. But mainly I mean the [...]
