Heat Wave Calamity | An Outfit Post


You would never guess I grew up on an island and spent most of my pre-teen and teen years in the South when you hear HOW OFTEN I bemoan hot weather. Is it apparent in my photos how absolutely gross and sweaty I am? I hate sweating. I hate feeling damp and uncomfortable. I do not know how I survived three years in Orlando where most of the year my hair was just matted to my forehead. Such a pretty picture, right?

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I didn’t post any front on pictures showing my face because seriously you guys, I look like I want to hurt someone. I have never looked so annoyed and pissed off in my life! Apparently I am not great at looking pleasant if physically I feel miserable. ALSO, you’re ONLY suppose to think I’m Miss Sunshine and Pleasantries ALL THE TIME.



| outfit details |

Polka dot top | Thrifted many years ago, I think its BCBG?

Cotton Skirt | Vintage, Thrifted

Vintage Straw Hat | Antique Mall

Vintage Pressed Leaf Neckclace | Antique Mall

Vintage Coach Bag | Dear Golden

Vintage 1970s Shoes (not pictured obviously) | Long Beach Flea Market

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A lumberjack & his flapper


Last night I got to chat with my sister (who currently lives in the Philippines) and my Dad (who lives in Florida) over Skype. I don’t get to talk with my family often and I rarely see them, so our 2 hour long chatter and catching up was really good for my soul.

I sent my Dad some recent photos of Robby and myself (and our dog) and my Dad was all…

“You look like you’re from the 1920s. And Robby looks like a lumberjack. What’s that on his head?”

“It’s a beanie, Dad.”

“Well he looks like a lumberjack.”

LOL. Old people. 🙂

The past few days have been spent relaxing (or at least TRYING) to relax. Robby and I just finished up the preliminary paperwork over our future shop space and in the next few days we’ll be signing our lease for our future brick & mortar we are sharing. (Then I will share the location and some pics!!)

I’ve thought a lot about what this shop is going to look like. I have a clear vision in my mind what it SHOULD look like… and I am 90% sure it will come to fruition… but man, if anyone ever tells you opening a retail store is easy peasy work, they’re lying through their teeth!


Because it is STRESSFUL. I seriously think I have a new patch of grey hair in the back of my head.

Or it could be because I’m just getting older. Who knows. I stopped counting grey hairs when I was in my late 20s. *sad face*

BTW, I have no idea why in every single one of these photos MY EYES ARE CLOSED. I kind of look medicated, but in a happy way. It was Christmas! I was in very high spirits yesterday spending the holiday with just my love and our little pup. I made Christmas breakfast, we opened presents, we went for a walk at Mt. Tabor, then we had terrible (terrrrrible) Vietnamese food…

Well my muffins, I hope you had a very wonderful and pleasant Christmas! I am so very excited for the New Year and to be quite honest, glad that this one is coming to a close. It has been a crazy (and wonderful) and stressful (but lots of growing) kind of year.

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Of Busy Nothingness

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I just looked and saw that I haven’t written in this blog since August 28th. I realize that is kind of a long time in “ONLINE SHOPKEEPER” world, but well, this is my blog, and I’ll write whenever I want to.

And besides, if I’m not writing anything, it probably means there’s nothing EXCITING going on in my life.

So while there isn’t any exciting SHOP STUFF happening…you know, it’s same old same old…a vintage shop update here, a vintage shop update there, going out on mini buying trips…yadda yadda.

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So lately…nothing exciting or really of note has happened. But, you know what?! I LIKE THAT!

One of the things I really looked forward to about moving to Portland was the sloooowing down of everything in my life.

As Fanny Price from Mansfield Park said “Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings.

Adored Vintage | Portland, Oregon

And this very much describes life currently and how I’m very much enjoying this new slowness of busy of nothingness.

I wake up, walk to get coffee or go out and get breakfast with either my fella or my dear friend, Cari. Then I go about the house watering the plants, doing little chores, prepping stuff for work. Weekends and some afternoons have been spent exploring what nature has to offer around Portland or exploring new shops and new restaurants.

My house is still in a state of “I JUST MOVED” and I’ll be honest, the sight of piles of random crap all about does give me small heart palpitations.

In fact, this morning, after breakfast at Sweedeedee, I arrived back home and IMMEDIATELY had to rake all the leaves that started to gather in pockets and corners around the front lawn. Last Thursday we had a rather windy day (which was LOVELY and I opened all the windows in the house and aired the whole place out), and this windy day caused piles upon piles of leaves to drift down from the trees in the front yard.

It really does feel so damn good to do physical work in the gLately | Adored Vintagearden. I have YET to plant anything. CONFESSION. I DID purchase several plants from the Portland Nursery when I first moved being overly ambitious that my green thumb would SURELY start to show itself now that I lived in Oregon…and guess what.

They all DIED. All 12 of them. It’s awful. They’re sitting right below my office window, a row of dead little things. Unfortunately the compost bin is stuffed full with grass clippings and my manic raking of leaves from this morning, but I will get these all thrown out soon. I just KNOW it’s throwing off my feng shui!

Oh, also currently, I’m into feng shui. Last night I spent about an hour researching what different quadrants of my house meant and which walls I need to paint. I have deduced that the chi in my bedroom is COMPLETELY OFF and I must purchase new items AS SOON AS POSSIBLE to fix all that is wrong in the bedroom.

Really, feng shui is my excuse to go buy MORE house stuff. Haha!

I WILL say since moving the full length mirror away from my bed I felt I rested much better last night. You know, mirrors facing you while you’re sleeping DRAW OUT your energy into the mirror. Or is it reflecting the energy so therefore you cannot sleep since energy is constantly being pointed at you. I can’t remember, I’m so new to all this.

So my little chickens, what busy nothingness have you been up to?

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I’m Shirley Temple + Solo Dinner Thoughts


As a gal who operates an online vintage shop, work never really stops. Take today for example. I woke up around 7:30 (that’s PRACTICALLY sleeping in you guys!) and laid in bed thinking what I should do today. It’s Monday, it IS a work day.

There is this past week’s vintage finds and Saturday’s estate sale to launder. Oh but before I do that I HAVE to go get a clothesline! But before I do that I HAVE to go get coffee! And before I do that I HAVE to take Redford out for a walk. And then water the plants. It’s going to be hot as heck today!

After I run morning errands I get to laundering! Now, I have to tell you, I really quite enjoy hand laundering vintage. It’s like the grosser the water gets the more gleeful I am about it! I swear it’s only a feeling vintage sellers get! It’s an odd HIGH that just rushes to your brain…like “Ooooo my Gawwwwwd look how nasty the water is!!!” And it makes you feel totally triumphant! Huzzah! I am amazzzing at laundry!


By the way, these outfit pics are from yesterday. I wanted to dress up because it was Sunday and I was going to the Montavilla Farmers Market for the first time. I don’t know WHY I wanted to dress up for my first farmers market in the neighborhood, but hey, sometimes I invent special occasions to wear kinda dressy 1930s dresses. I can’t just wait for people to have parties, and I never get invited to parties anyway!

That evening I treated myself to a dinner at Tasty & Alder in downtown Portland. BTW. Are you the kind of gal that will go out to a super popular restaurant and dine by yourself? (If so, join the club!) And people kind of just look at you and wonder why you’re all alone. During solo dinner time my iPhone is my best friend and everything on it is VERY fascinating (like level 63 in Candy Crush!)


I think the gal next to me pitied me a bit. She kept offering her and her boyfriend’s food for me to try. Which was very kind of her and it’s also something I would totally do if a lonely looking gal was sitting right next to me and my fiancé. But, really, I don’t want to try the green beans. Thank you!

She also tried to start a conversation a couple of times. Which is finnne but I kind of just wanted to play Candy Crush and also eavesdrop on their conversation because it was VERY entertaining.



Remember that Dane Cook bit about the couples “nothing fight” Well this couple was having a “nothing passive aggressive fight” and I was trying NOT to grin about it! It was just so silly and funny! Something about the red wine and then the bill and dessert and who got to pick the movie last time.

And then the table next to me was a group of two couples visiting Portland and they were chattering on about how rad Portland is. And I wanted to lean in and slip in something like “Oh yes yes isn’t it great…AND also I live here.”

If you ever see a gal (or a guy) dining out by himself, she/he is probably making up all sorts of things about you and trying to listen in on your conversation. Because when you solo dine there’s no one to entertain you or converse with you, so one must entertain oneself!

| outfit details |

Vintage 1930s polka dot dress | antique shop
Vintage Stetson hat | can’t remember, probably from a thrift store in Arizona
Vintage bag | Buffalo Exchange (I think)
Vintage locket | antique shop
Vintage 1930s silk slip | buying appointment
Vintage Salvatore Ferregamo shoes | my friend’s airstream vintage shop, Blossom Vintage

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First Portland Estate Sale


This morning I woke up bright and early to attend an estate sale. I had to map out all the different places I was going to because if you read in the last blog post, I am AWFUL at using my phone to navigate. I made it to the estate sale with 15 minutes till the doors opened and I was number 61! SIXTY ONE… I never get my hopes up at estate sales though. If I find treasure, then hooray, if not, well at least I got to poke around someone’s old house and old stuff.

I was quite sure I wouldn’t find much after the SIXTY people went ahead of me…however, the estate sale Gods must have been on my side because NO ONE was looking at the clothes. Except for this one lady who had grabbed all the fur coats. Not really my thing. I wandered into the bedroom and HOLY VINTAGE SMOKES a 1920s navy blue dress was just hanging on a peg. I was thinking “HEELllloooo don’t you people know what’s that RIGHT there?!” In about 3 seconds I had skipped over to the back corner and snatched that baby up.

Did I squeal a little and do a little shoulder dance? Damn right I did. An older lady looked over at me, amused, I think. Or jealous. Or both! Haha!


Afterwards I hopped on upstairs and found a few more pretty dresses hanging on the walls. These had to be the special beauties that were cherry picked from her closet! And they weren’t pennies cheap so I knew these had to be special. I didn’t even check the condition. I just grabbed and stuck them in my cardboard box my heart racing madly.

The attic closet was around the corner and my heart sank a bit because another girl was already in there. OH BUT Hooray, she’s going for the 80s stuff! OMG She’s picking up a silk and lace 1930s blouse…please put it down…put it down. You don’t want that! You want that black and pink neon snazzy drapey thing made of polyester. She drops it back on the pile. And SNAP it’s mine! (She DOES pick up the 80s dress!)

I’m in a state of euphoria I’m humming made up songs. La la la ti dah. This was so worth waking up at 6 AM. La di dahhh this was worth missing breakfast at Sweedeedee. La la li la ti dahhhh I’m keeping all these for myself.




After I paid for my loot, I dropped it all in my trunk and went back for seconds. Not for clothes though. I needed stuff for my house! I think I bought… 5 or maybe six pressed flowers in frames. You know I’m kind of obsessed with those right? In fact when I got rung up again the cashier called me “Oh it’s the flower girl!”

As I was checking out a much older lady started picking up the things in my little cardboard box.

“Oh! This is nice! What are you going to do with this?”

“Hang it.”

“You have a lot of these.” (pressed flowers)

“I know. I love them.” (stop touching my stuff!!)

“Well it sure looks like it.”

(smiling) “Yes ma’am!”

By the way, today is my one week anniversary of moving to Portland. Are y’all sick of me telling you how much I adore Portland yet? No? Good! Because I’ll probably babble on about how awesome it is until the clouds and rain crush my spirits!

| outfit details |
Vintage 1950s silk top + skirt set | a birthday gift from my friend Cari
Vintage Hat | antique mall
Vintage Cardigan | antique mall
Sandals | Madewell

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