I'm not sure what possessed me to wear this vintage scarf I had lying around today, but I felt a bit like a flight attendant in it.
Today was Shipwreck Day in my town, a day when the main street is overtaken by what is basically a giant garage sale. There are hundreds of vendors, some who sell antiques, jewelry, vintage clothing or whatever for a living, some who are just trying to get rid of some junk. You get a little bit of everything and there's treasures at every price point. I worked, as I always do on Saturdays, but I managed to get a half and hour there on my lunch and scored a houndstooth rug for three bucks. I LOVE HOUNDSTOOTH YOU GUYS! And my I felt very at home there in my vintage shoes, scarf, and purse.