Spooky thrift story, part VII
In other news, I think I was the straw that broke Lilly Pulitzer's back. I was going to wear the only item of hers I own--an orange polka dot tie--to church yesterday, which I had gotten out and arranged on my clothes rack (yeah, wife got me one for birthday, it's awesome, although at times I feel like a certain compulsive SF WAYWRN veteran who likes to poast pix of his fit and then what the outfit looked like on his clothes rack) until I changed my mind and put it away and instead busted out the orange orvis gingham and solid blue Panta in my fit pic yesterday...when I got home from church the news was out she croaked.
R.I.P., you. You have achieved thrift store immortality, your fun colored stuff will jump out among the Bill Blass and Oscar de la Renta and Geoffrey Beene crap forever and fool us into thinking we've found Brioni. Oh, and in the grayest, crappiest depths of winter, your garments will remind us spring will come, eventually.
In still other news, 42R brethren, this is available
Thick wool Orvis blue patch pocket blazer in flat-out awesome shape if ur looking for one. PM
I am a Washington fan. Fave SI of all time, representing the best football day of my life. I sent him a copy at Grambling to sign for me, which he did. One of the few sports memorabilia items I've kept (sold most of everything I'd accumulated)
Edited by LooknGr8 - 4/8/13 at 4:47am