There are some major perks to having a boyfriend who works at Intermix - eg: this amazing, sharp blazer that he randomly bought for me. I know - what a catch. I've been craving more hats in my closet and was freakishly giddy when I came across this one. Things that spark up any outfit just get me.
Visited Fourth street in Long Beach today and passed a sign that said "pile sale going on now". A little history: every time I'm in the area, I admirably stare at the back lot of La Bomba wishing that it was the 3rd weekend of the month, but with my luck, it never is. What is it, is a huge, disgusting stockpile of vintage clothes for a ballpark price of $2 per item. Of course, I immediately climbed to the very top - no mercy - and started digging. I left with some pretty sweet items and (probably) hepatitis A-Z.
PS: RIP Daul.