ph. zorian
I was out treasure hunting and stopped into a tiny thrift store. Jam packed with odds and ends this thrift store was organized like a yard sale gone wild. Random things crammed and piled here and there with hand written price tags attached by safety pins, tape and colorful yarn.
As I made my way into the clothing “area” my spidey scenes began to tingle. Like a predator honing in on its prey I scanned. Moving in on an overburdened clothing rack in the corner. Half buried and hidden on this crowded rack I found a sad little knee length dress. I wrestled it from the wrack for a closer look. Bingo!! Gold Brocade now glistening in the the dim florescent light, this dress was so mine! Boned bodice, strapless, fully lined, bandage fit, it had all the ingredients for an amazing little number.
So I paid and rushed home, I was now on a mission. Busted out my scissors, needle, thread and some coffee. After some minor surgery this sexy gold brocade body con mini emerged, shimmering and sparkling in the sun light, my little diamond in the rough.
Dress thrifted. Shoes by Nina. Jewelry vintage.
