I'll give you the biggest key

I was  a little down yesterday.

Today has been tremendously better.

Maybe it's because I'm dressed like a highschooler at the moment (my knees can see the sun but the rest of my legs are covered by denim).

It's mostly because the hubs is too good for me, but stays with me anyway.

I read Anne Lamott sometimes and she talks about how learning to love back is one of the hardest things about being alive.

I'm just glad that love is a thing.

Ok, San Diego Parking. You won.

Both the hubs and I have gotten tickets for parking places where the street sweeper needs to be.
Damn you every other Monday.

This blow is particularly low because I am still currently unemployed and my general cautiousness is making me nervous nervous nervous.

Anyway,

Ladies and gents I have finally gotten the Opal Collection (and some other pieces) up in my shop.

What is the Opal Collection you ask?

Well, let me share with you a story.

Opal and LaMoyne Peters (their picture is below in a previous post) are a couple of 90 going on 70 plus years of marriage who are still blissfully and completely in love.  They have lived in the same house for their entire marriage (still sleeping on the bed they bought the day they were married).

I met Opal through church.  This sweet, tiny lady with a flare for fashion.  I finally confessed my love for her true vintage clothing (to which she just laughed as if I was being ridiculous) and asked if I could come and hear some stories and possibly pick up a few pieces that she no longer wears.

A few nights later I was ushered into the loveliest, vintage Western house I had ever seen.

I think that Opal and LaMoyne's generation was taught that history was important.  It was to be savored, remembered and shared.  These two drip history, telling story after story and showing album after album of the past.  

They met when they were 4 and lived in the same area and of course came together under the sweetest conditions.  They had been together for a while and one day LaMoyne walks up to Opal and says "let's go get married today" and they did.  

When I asked Opal about her style she commented, "We are Western people and we wear Western clothes".  She wears Western clothes, but so much more. 

I have put up the items I have received under the Opal Collection in my store and would love it if you had a chance to peruse them.  Many of these items I saw on Opal in pictures from the 40's in one of her many albums.  

I also want to give all of my friends a chance to get them at a discount.  So if you enter INTHEWEEDS you will save 25% on all of your purchases.

I will do some posts that feature actual pieces, but I hope you love them.

It's Monday.  I have gotten one parking ticket,  I am on the job hunt and drinking an apricot soda.  If any of you have connections in San Diego, please share :)

Happy Monday.

Check out the Opal Collection

-weeds and whimsy-

Excuse Me, While I Try to be an Adult

Dear Friends,

Sometimes I wish we were still on the barter system.

Me: "I would like a wool sweater, would you like some eggs in exchange for that?"

Farmer Fashionista: "Eggs for breakfast sounds delicious"

I would give her eggs and she would give me a sweater.


What I'm trying to say is I've never been quite good with money.


I don't spend like crazy.  I'm not in debt, but I've also not chosen the best, most profitable careers (I don't think career is quite the right word for what I've done).

I'm completely happy with that 99% of the time, but geez I wish I could just not have to worry about being able to make it for a while.

Be able to go see friends and family whenever I want.  Blah Blah Blah

I'm not starving, or anywhere near it, but I'm going to be better with using what I have and not wanting what I don't.

PROMISE

This dress is part of the upcoming "Opal Collection".

I'm hoping to have it up in the next few days.

See, my adult days are starting.

It's going to be effin' grand.

I'm giving January a punch in the face

We made it to San Diego!!!

I know

I know

my first sentence in a month should be apologetic for my absence, but this sentence trumps that one.

trumps it all over the place

Our apartment (meager and small as it is) is glorious

We have a fenced in front yard, a lovely old lady owns our place and it's been warm and sunny every day we've been here.

Driving with the windows down
Walking around the beach
Skirts with no tights

It's all happening here.

I promise that I have big ideas for this blog and my shop and I'll get going on that for real now that we're settled... I may have even found a job already...

Just wait you guys, this blog is going to be all you think about soon... I actually really hope that won't ever be true...

but I do hope that I get to spend some time checking up on it and being creative and finding fantastic vintage treasures and so many so many things that I can't even tell you.

I love San Diego

I love it

take that January

I'm going to leave you with some images of my last month

Me and JillyBean (check out her blog and shop if you haven't--she's so sweet) at the Eve of Eve party

The Family in the snow

My niece Joy and I at a family wedding on NYE