My thriftadventures lately have been netting me a lot of epic westernwear. In the midwest. I don't know why. Maybe I am drawing it to me with my rootin' tootin' cowgirl ways.
(Which are... eating steak, drinking milk? My only interactions with cows. Yeesh.)
Since I've been also trying to thin out my wardrobe (mildly) it's made it easy to only end up with the most essential items in my shopping cart. Such as the above: ultrasuede fringed cardigan-wrap (vaguely apparent at the bottom), a white leather belt, a truly obnoxious and wondrous beaded neckerchief, a stretchy medallion-type belt, and two belts I'll combine into one, once I figure out the art of leathercraft. It's the brown belt w/the silver accents - I don't really care for the belt, so I've already cut off the accents and buckle, which I'll apply to the black leather belt that's the same size.
I've found other treasures, but they'll have to be for another post, as I've no pictures of them.
But what's even MORE exciting, is that in my cleaning of my parents' garage, I discovered a huge plastic bin of LEATHERCRAFTING GEAR. Must be from some camp experience long ago. I will ask my mom, of course, but I think I'll be appropriating those for my use. I already bought a vintage leathercrafting book on Etsy, a few weeks ago.
It pays to clean the garage.
Although since I forgot my "gross clothes" in Cleveland, I'm currently wearing my dad's jeans & Petra t-shirt, and my mom's sneakers. No one should see me this way. You wouldn't recognize me. You'd run away in terror.