SHE WAS CHASING THE THRILLS

{For the Girl by The Fratellis}

thrifted button up, thrifted j.crew sweater (rip), vintage button up maxi skirt, 

DV jamison booties, green bag via Tawian (rip), cat-eye necklace c/o Modcloth

We were chasing the thrills, the cheap thrills that is! Last weekend, Sherrie and I, amazingly, found ourselves at the Alameda Flea Market, the biggest flea market in all of the Bay. We were in vintage heaven; everything had to be 20 years or older to be sold within the ground and things from obscene playsuits to old school records to ancient dolls to wheelbarrows were displayed, bargained and sold. We had a great time shifting through the endless racks of clothing, the tables of jewelry and drooling over the vintage furniture we wish we could buy. All in all, it was a solid day much like one spent going through your grandparents attic; full of treasures, surprises, tons of junk, some duds and a whole lot of awesome.

It was not just a day of fun though, sad things did take place on said day. One tragedy occurred at the faire grounds, one that I still cannot get over. Walking along, with the roaring sun, I finally decide to take off my sweater, despite my internal self screaming, "NO! NO! NO!" When I wanted to put it back on to calm the madness of my internal screams, I realized it was gone! Sad and forlorn, I tried to retrace my steps until I realized it was gone for good. Just like that, it was out of my life. This all took place within a 10 second time frame, it's as if a magical thieving gnome appeared out of no where and stole it, right there and then! Why a gnome? They just look like little menacing thieves to me. R.I.P. my dear sweater, I loved you so. But it doesn't end there, oh no it doesn't! Walking home from the festivities, the strap on my green bag broke off as well. My poor closet and I mourned deeply for the two lost souls. May you both rest peacefully in fashion heaven. Maybe it was their time to go and they were merely making room for new additions to my closet; I think I found the silver lining.

Weather.com lied and said that the day would be cloudy and slightly windy when, in reality, it was anything but. Prepared for the fall breeze, I decided on a vintage maxi skirt which I previous wore backwards because buttons are just too darn precious. This time, after falling in love with the 90s high side slit, I wore my skirt half unbuttoned on the side to emulate such a fashion. I love this skirt, it can seriously be worn front, back, side to side; it's the epitome of versatile. I'm so happy I stole it out of my mom's closet because it loves mingling with the rest of my clothes. On top, I went for the classic school boy look, with a thrifted J. Crew sweater and a button up with the collar peeking out as if it was curious, much like a young school boy. Never one to wear my actual glasses in public, I gladly wore the cat-eye necklace from Modcloth around my neck which added an extra kick of nerd power to my already nerdy ensemble. And, of course, my green bag and DV Jamisons that I just can't stop, won't stop wearing until they become unwearable.