My brother Kendall and sister Angie were in Michigan for a visit this summer. While they were here, we went with my mom to visit my aunt in Okemos. We all went out to eat and had a lovely visit. After lunch, my aunt said there was a place she needed to take us and we headed to a fabulous consignment shop. Garage sales, thrifting, consignment shops...it's in our genetic makeup. My brother was a very good sport while we shopped. He was the driver of the van and yet ended up along for the ride. I guess that happens when you're outnumbered by females. I am sure he has many stories he could share as an older brother to three sisters. However, since this is my blog and not his, we will skip those stories and talk about the vintage dress I found. Sorry, Kendall.
The dress is divinely groovy. It's a 70s peasant dress with birds, leaves, and flowers on it. It whispers 'peace' and when I wear it I don't apply perfume, I spray flower essence.