I’ve realized over the course of collecting vintage and starting this blog, I’ve inadvertently given my husband a bit of a fashion education. Years of describing garments and exclaiming over cute vintage details have slowly and subtly worked their way into his vocabulary. Words no man should ever need to fill their brain with. It started small. Glancing over from his laptop as I was getting ready, brow furrowed. “So…what do ladies DO when they don’t have one of those poofy crinoline things? I mean…don’t they want to be awesome?” From the mouths of husbands….
Little Red Riding Capelet
