One of my finds at that booth was this vintage skirt. I held it up to see if it would fit and it looked about right. I tried it on when I returned home and it did fit. Surprisingly, it's a size 13/14. Remember my whole skirt dilemma when I declared I was never a 14? Well, it turns out I am a 14. In vintage clothes.
Joe said the skirt looks like I should be carrying a flask of ale. I said it looks like I should be carrying some vintage Pyrex. What do you think?
Oh, and my company arrived yesterday from Canada. I am thrilled to meet her (and her mother, Dianne) in person. We're going thrifting today.