Things are going well for him--so far so good as the saying goes. It's incredibly exciting to watch it all play out from the sidelines. The crazy start-up hours have left me with a lot of time on my hands and even though there are plenty of things I could be doing *ahem cleaning* somehow I'm just taking a moment to do nothing much. It feels nice to pause and regroup for the first time in over a year. Last Sunday I woke up with hours of free time and instead of racing off on an errand rolled down to the flea market to take a gander. More like a jackpot. There were so many treasures to be found that day. What was supposed to be a simple jaunt turned into a 3 hour marathon. I left with bag filled with 70's vintage gems--amongst them these $8 pants. Yes I said EIGHT DOLLAR PANTS. My own little dream come true.
~Outfit details: Hat-Hat Attack, Vest-H&M, Chambray Blouse-Gap, Belt-Anthropologie,
Pants-Vintage, Sunnies-Target, Bracelet-Brooklyn Thread~
Who ever let these go? WHO?? I spotted them after pilfering through racks and racks of
crazy ol' 70's dresses and skirts. Unable to believe my eyes I screamed out, 'HOW MUCH?!?'
while a young Hispanic guy laughed hysterically and said the word 'eight'.
Unable to contain myself I screamed incredulously, 'EIGHT? EIGHT DOLLARS?,'
as he nodded wildly. He had a live one.
'SOLD!!!,' is the final thing I remember hollering while rooting for my wallet.
Somewhere in flea market land the word loco was used a lot that day.
They're the perfect pants for spotting shed snail shells in the dirt.
Eye of the Tiger.
For some reason I feel like saying, 'Ahoy Matey' every time I look at this picture.
Off to continue resting my wrist and staring at the eight dollar pants. Let's see how long this can go on for.