After you’ve been married for a few years (3 years March 19th!), your husband starts to tolerate things less and less. Like the six crates of vintage goodies collected over 17 years, currently stacked in the garage where a CAR should be. A former jazz singer and swing dancer, I’ve enlisted the help of my busty mannequin friends to sell the gowns, lindy hop attire, shoes, and ephemera I can bear to part with.
Brown Heels (cached image)