spoils of war!
I went thrifting with the sisters-in-law this morning. Ostensibly we were buying clothes for camp. While we did manage to find enough shorts and tanks for that, E and I went crazy on the vintage. And nothing was as damaging to the budget as the belts. We just kept finding these amazing vintage belts that we couldn't resist. I walked out with eight, but was seriously jealous of a couple she found: they were beaded and fastened in the back, and reminded me of those championship belts that wrestlers wear. So here are the six best; I also got a silver link one and a belt for Mr. Man. Oh, and all the various clothes I'm wearing were thrifted today, too. In my defense? I didn't buy a single pair of shoes. Thank the Lord for small mercies.