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Whoa, it got cold!  I've already needed my coat in the early mornings and evenings, but I'm still making due with cardigans in the daytime. This one is a heavy, acrylic beast. A cardigan with pockets? Be still my heart. I'm always tempted to belt this one, but in the end I never do. I had to be outdoors quite a bit today, but I kept nice and warm and had a place to shove my hands when they started turning blue. The skirt has pockets as well, but they're not deep. I found the vintage space-dyed cowl-neck at Goodwill on a rack of similar, modern tops. I suppose the neck caught my eye as vintage being thicker than what you'd see made today, but there was also something about the quality of the yarn. Today's knits look fuzzy after a few washes, where the lines on this were still sharp. The top hadn't been stretched out of shape either-a dead giveaway it was vintage. A quick look inside at the woven label confirmed it. I had several tops like this when they were ...

Where's the party? People don't dress as I do-I get it. I'm accustomed to being asked where I'm headed to because let's face it-my wardrobe isn't representative of Midwestern American streetwear in 2017 (or ever, really). That's fine, if it brings a smile to someone, all the better. I had a group of elderly women watching as we took photos today, and they genuinely seemed to be enjoying themselves. Yesterday, at the pharmacy the dour pharmacist that never says much was so taken with my flower crown he could only smile and stammer a few words about the "thing on your head."That's wonderful-I've worked in retail and it is dead dull engaging with the public. An unusually attired customer always raised my spirits. Sometimes though, my clothes catch people off guard, and they blurt out things they wouldn't otherwise. So it was that the rather conservative woman working behind the cosmetics counter exclaimed,  "You're one of those ec...