This ethnic number from the 1970s really doesn't have much life left in it, so I wasn't going to spend too much time on what might be just one more wear. Result, a fun botch that's not bad looking: little flower peeping out from the rip.
So far it's had three more wears.
This is one of my most favorite gone-vintage-in-my-closet frocks, a black cotton number by Willi Smith with a voluminous skirt and a mother of pearl buttoned... View full details
Principal victim of the great mothpocalypse of 2017 (husband's closet), this Scottish Geelong lambswool ribbed blue cardi is nearly all darn and is a right... View full details
RIP Queen of Punk. I love my Vivienne Westwood early-90s sort-of-bondage dress, all asymmetrical in charcoal wool jersey with mysterious webbing straps that sort of... View full details