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 I wore so much black in my youth that I've made an effort to avoid it in later years. To be completely honest, I don't know what to do with it. My younger self would go for pearls or silver, perhaps a nice scarf but 2017 me? Oh hell, I haven't got a clue. The selling point for this vintage 50's dress was the buttons-I mean, my god, look at 'em! That, and it cost me $7.99. I have a hard time passing up pristine vintage when I can grab it for a song. That day, Hand-Me-Ups had a cache of vintage dresses that the lovely saleswoman pointed out (they know me too well!). I ended up buying four black dresses and one pink-ish silver silk number from the early 60's. I do not require four black 50's dresses, though one is at present too snug to be worn comfortably. For someone that never wears black, I found myself unable to resist the perfectly cared for clothes. I'll find a new home for the too-small one, but I'm going to consider it a challenge finding ways...

Bit of crazy pattern mixing never hurt anyone. I swear, I'm as off-kilter as this photo!  I'm just barely getting myself dressed these days. We've been having some very late nights (or more accurately, early mornings) with the kid's asthma (which never strikes during business hours) and I'm functioning on much less beauty sleep  than I require. Add to that my own autoimmune stuff where my body decides this would be a great time for a flare...and let's just say, thank god for Prednisone!  For both of us. Cheap and er...cheerful, it does what it is supposed to. The side effects are unpleasant, but not unbearable. I did manage to wash my hair today, but I was too tired to style it. Big combs to the rescue. At some point I'd like to give myself a haircut, but not until I'm better rested.  Danny made some beautiful raisin swirl bread in a trial run for the fair. The raisins are plumped overnight in brandy, and there's grated lemon rind and mace in the dou...