Findings!

I have been trying to arrange a - very well-organized, for my standard - hair tutorial post: I wrote the theorical part, I decided the page setting, and all.
But something went wrong during the process, and
- my 13-years-old brother, who was supposed to be the Helmut Newton of the situation, had been too occupied (not) worrying for an exam, and (not) studying for it.
- my hair refused to obey to anything but the force of gravity, and sadistically hammered away at bobbypins for a week.
- my wondrously well-ordered post mysteriously vanished into ether.

So, I had to think about something else to fill the hiatus... And, yes, I know, the beginning sounds like a homework assignment ("Yesterday I woke up, had breakfast..."), but with that kind of preface, I ask you to go easy on me, this time!

So...
Sunday morning I had been visiting, as usual, an antique/second-hand market. The night before I prepared myself to the event wearing pincurls, and I wore my blue dress, white shoes and my favourite 1950s sunglasses (oval black lenses, cream white bakelite frame).

I managed to spend less than 20€, and I bought three dresses, a purse and a cardigan.

One of the dresses was a vintage - I think late 1970s - one; not an eye-catcher, though I find it pretty cute, with its cream undercoat and its (umpretentious, but lovely) checked, black and cream tunic!
The lady who sold me this dress asked me if she could take a photo of my outfit, and I - obviously! - assented with pleasure.
She gave me a little discount, too... And I - obviously again - agreed with (great) pleasure once more!

The cardigan was something
rétro-ish, too.
Salmon pink, fitted, with rounded metallic buttons and a neat neckline, it istantly reminded me a lot of Doris Day for its colour, shape and neck.
Isn't it the perfect sweetheart, girl-next-door fall item?

I bought this purse - lacquer red, patent [fake] leather - on my way home.
I took a glance into a 99 cent store and I saw it.
Yep, I know what you're thinking, and I was puzzled, too.
But I payed it 99 cents, and I'm actually very happy about it.
There I bought some colorful stickers, too (a pocket of glittery sweets, including lollipops, cupcakes and candies; and a "paperdoll" one, with little colored dresses, purses, shirts and bikinis).
But, being grown-up and mature, I pretend I bought them for my younger brother (11 years old); who, to tell the truth, actually sticked a bright green lollipop and a shimmery red and yellow cupcake on his diary - but is pretty uninterested about the tiny skirts and the pink, or gingham microscopic underwear!

Jacket-O

I want to make clear first that I have some obsession for black and white clothes. I have, to make ourselves understood, a white dress with black polka dots, and a black dress with white polka dots; a black skirt with white embroidery, and a white skirt with a black pattern. A black dress with white flowers. A white dress with black and white flowers printed on it. Two white dresses with a slightly different black pattern. A white dress with black borders. A black and white jumper. A black halter top printed in white. Countless black and white gingham items...
Er, I think you got it.


This morning my friend Sara and I put on comfortable shoes, fresh white cotton dresses (they're not fresher than every other colour, but they look like they are), and took some water bottles, fans and sunglasses; we rolled our sleeves up, wore a ferocious expression, and we went out for a raid - er, some shopping at the local market.
When I say "some shopping" I don't render the idea of what going shopping with Sara is like.
More than a hobby, it's a mission: when we go out shopping together, we walk for, at least, five hours, with no breaks, following a schedule that would make Lt. Hartman pale.

Sara, goddamn her!, found out some super cute denim high-waisted Capri (the last pair, *sigh*), and an eye-candy ruffled shirt.
I found nothing.
Well, at least, until I saw this.

































There and then, I thought I've never seen anything that reminded me more of Jackie Kennedy.
But I felt shivers down my spine when I realized what I was staring at: the most expensive stall in the whole market.
As usual.
I always like things I can't afford: a gift that I inherited from my mother, who is able to look at an entire clothes shop where everything -from skirts to coats - is half-price, and like the only pair of gloves that are full price.

However.
I shyly took a glance on a random label - and my heart sank: 150 € (nearly 215 $) for a vest?!
What the hell...?
My friend tried to encourage me ("C'mon, don't give up hope... Maybe they have sales"), but I knew she was only trying to make me forget that she bought the last pair of those Capri.
But, unexpectedly, she was right.
Actually, not only they had sales, but the jacket in point was, miracolously, one of those items that, having a little flaw, can not be sold at the full price (someone told me the English for this kind of clothes is "seconds": can someone tell me if it's correct?).

So, I took courage and I pronounced the terrible words.
How.
Much.
Is.
It?
Da-da-da-daaaam.

But...
Nobody was happier than me to hear the answer: 15 € - about 20 dollars!
So, here I am, now. With my brand-new black and white jacket.
Onassis, here I am!