Before I Was Born

I went digging through the hall closets in my house yesterday (seems to be a theme), and I came across some yellowing photo envelopes with these lovely photos inside. Unfortunately there wasn't a year listed on the package, but I'm guessing the photos were taken sometime in the seventies. 

The flowers were photographed by my mom, who at the time was an art major. Even with a disposable  camera she took better photos than I can with my fancy digital one. It figures that I got skipped over when it came to inheriting the art gene. The dog also belonged to my mom; it's where the dachshund obsession began. 

The last photo is my mom and dad. So seventies I can't even stand it. 

Cheers, 

Sam

Good as New

I've always appreciated the idea of thrifting and transforming old pieces into modern staples, however being a germaphobe tends to complicate things a bit. In fact, the only used purse I ever purchased I ended up ruining from a lysol overdose.

However, this past weekend I ended up stumbling into my mother's closet and, low and behold, I found these gems. My mother and I have never been that mom and daughter pair that shares all of their clothing, mostly because my mom is 4 inches shorter than me, and has a taste for pieces with a Southwestern flair that don't exactly fit my style. But, these two jackets, the sweater, and scarf, untouched since the mid nineties, will be the perfect additions to my fall wardrobe (no lysol needed).

Cheers,
Sam