|1950s/early 60s Milch alligator handbag. So chic.|
It's been a long, cold winter but that hasn't stopped my quest for thrifting. I was suffering from a bit of cabin fever after the 'historic' blizzard last week that wasn't so historic in these parts, so I headed out to see if there were any treasures waiting to be found.
I wandered into my no.1 spot. "It's Monday!," the manager exclaims, "We're not open. How'd you get in?" Ummm... through the front door that was unlocked. Sheesh! I knew they were closed on Mondays. Talk about getting my days mixed up. No biggie. I have the place across the street to browse in.
Overall, it's been a tad dull at my no.2 place for great finds but I thought I'd wander over to the purses for a look-see, cause you just never know. I saw the cutest black beaded purse with sparkly beaded flowers but I don't think it was vintage and I would never have an occasion to use it anyway. Besides, I don't like lugging around a purse. I find them cumbersome.