There are finds.
And then there are FINDS.
The kind that deserve to be regarded in all capital, bold italics.
Like the Fendi and LV bags I've uncovered in the sea of pleather and garish bags that permeate the local thrift stores.
In the decades I have been thrifting, I have slowly trained my eye to detect the treasure among the trash.
I am no professional, and after many, many years of redonating purchases that were so very wrong, I made a few decisions.
I limit myself to only purchasing the obscure, or the impossibly fabulous.
A true blue vintage gem will always have room in my closet, where the polyester tops that populate the racks like baby rabbits in a meadow (that fabric is so indestructible ~ these tops will be around forever!) are barely even glanced over.
Experience makes us wiser in so many ways.
Wise enough to know when I spotted this maxi dress yesterday that it had to come home with me.
maxi dress: vintage, thrifted (made me squeal with delight and call my sister from the parking lot!)
sunglasses: adrienne vittadini
ring: vintage heirloom