Melting

There’s nothing like a nice, long browse at the thrift store. My favorite shop is the St Vincent de Paul on Colerain, near my house. Flipping through the racks and browsing the shelves puts me into a dreamy state. I like to imagine the lives of the people who owned these things. I also enjoy the challenge of contemplating how I could work something really odd into my own wardrobe. Finally, there is the thrill of finding something beautiful and unique, like this bag.

Dress, Charlotte Russe (free). Bag, Colini Handbags (thrifted). Earrings, Target. Sandals, Aerosoles. (And that’s a rapidly melting popsicle in my left hand.)

My bag, though, is not melting. It is ice cold.