Okay. So I might be addicted to vintage. I mean, I could stop wearing vintage…at any point…if I wanted to, I could, I swear…but all the puff and fluff and polka dots…I just don’t want to stop wearing it. This awesome vintage number I picked up in NYC but it’s not true vintage because I bought it at a store that makes new clothing in the style of vintage fashion.
I bought it off the sales rack in a size XL so it was a bit too big for me in the chest zone, but I always carry a sewing kit with me when I travel since I never know what chaos awaits my wardrobe. It was puffing out under my armpits around the bust zone but I easily pinned it to the size I wanted and quickly sewed it up. Voila!