so, here's the thing.

...with estate sales: around these parts, the competition is fierce. sometimes, though, even if you're not with the first wave of folks let inside (ed note: the numbers are a total sham. we call mutiny.), there's still a decent chance you'll walk away with some sweet things.

case in point: I had it out for some grey flannel while we were waiting patiently in line friday morning and just like that, this belted henry rosenfeld from the 40s appears along with a gored 50s knee skirt. it was almost as though the vintage goddesses were beckoning to me from the upstairs closet. that sale produced these along with a handful of other darling things, so stay tuned. I also bought some spoons, but that's another post entirely.

update: the dress is here and the skirt is here.