Many times vintage equals the idea of treasure, in the sense that incorporated both originality and creativity. This is what i keep in my mind whenever i decide to dig through all the mountains of clothes from the second-hands stores. The only thing that seems to harden to the neck is my allergy. I can't stay too much in the presence of the "old" (and imagine me with a nose rag and one bottle of disinfectant studying and writing in the libraries and 'God forbid' i have actually been so connected with this kind of places, due to my college profile), but i try to self induce a well-being and comfort atmosphere that won't stay too long, so i'm always o hurry when i enter a SH, being aware of the garments that my eyes could miss.
The situation of today, aka my gorgeous embellished sweater, was different. I needed only one second to find it and immediately bought it. No regrets afterwards! Have you experienced sth similar?
Have a nice weekend!
Sweater: thrifted
Jacket, Metallic Jeans, Boots: Asos
Bag: no name
