A balanced diet...

Occasionally, I get so excited, caught in the moment, that I forget about that little thing called lunch.  That is until my head goes a little woosy and my stomach yells, "feed me!" loud enough for an entire store to hear.

I was excited on Sunday.  I was discovering new thrift stores in Tacoma and finding sequined tops, silk scarves, and even this AMAZING fur jacket.  As I was fawning over this soft coat and the smooth satin lining, my stomach gave a tiny rumble.  With  glance at my phone I realized it is already 2 pm.  Oops!  I dug in my purse and found a Werther's Original candy.  Good enough for the moment.

 As, I consult my list of stores, I realize there is another right around the block.  I step inside and quickly know some digging will be required.  My last Little Debbie Cosmic Brownie (my guilty pleasure) would have to hold my stomach at bay for another hour.  I discovered a red and black dress and a couple lovely blouses.

I headed to my favorite local deli, but came across a tiny antique store en route.  Another candy was quickly inhaled.  I found an amazing silk beaded top.  (I may keep this one;)).

I finally arrived home 5:30 pm.  Its dinner time.  So much for a healthy lunch.  Still, my three large bags of vintage goodies were totally worth it:)

Oklahoma... I have to move where?!

I had been living in New York City for nearly a year and a half when a move to Oklahoma began absolutely inevitable.  I wanted to cry on a daily basis.  I just HAD to fall in love with someone in the military.  A fellow native Georgian, he was just as unhappy about this half-year assignment to Oklahoma.  I was seriously considering whether or not our 3 year long distance relationship could handle six more months of hours in cars, planes, and trains.

I left the wonderful, incomparable, best-place-ever Brooklyn Heights in December 2010 and arrived in the arid, windy, flat, desolate Lawton Oklahoma just after New Years.  Depression hit immediately.  The best reviewed restaurant in town was a McDonalds; the best grocery store, Walmart.  Seriously?!

Then came Goodwill.  I had hope.  I pulled into the parking lot of an unassuming Goodwill on a cold Sunday afternoon.  The sale sign said Yellow tags were "buy one, get one."  Even better, Pink tags were only 99 cents!  I head straight to dresses and spot a silk jumpsuit, then a sweater dress with sequined shoulders, then hot pink chiffon.

I am drawn to the subtle ruffles on the collar of this chiffon gown.  Hey, a pink tag... only 99 cents.  GASP!!!  Does that say?  Oh Lord, it does!  That is a HALSTON tag!  An authentic one.  Seriously!?!  Once over my shock, I thoroughly inspect the dress, which I discover to be perfect.  I call and text everyone I know that could possibly appreciate my joy.

Ok, Oklahoma may not be so bad :)