Before I begin on my amazingly awe-inspiring purchase, I have to give well overdue thanks to two wonderful people, Steph and Matt. These saints are a wonderfully married couple who let me crash on their couch in their SWEEEEEEET loft in the mission district in beautiful San Francisco. Thanks to my crappy blog skills, I never actually finished my Cali trip travel log, so they never got the big THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU over Internet like they deserved.
On the Friday of the trip, sadly both Steph and Matt had to go to work and I was on my own to roam about my favorite US city all by myself. She and I grabbed a little breakfast at this industrialized cafe around the corner from the sweeeeet loft and we went on a little joy ride so I could see the ridiculous houses in Pacific Heights (the #4 most expensive neighborhood in the world.) She then asked me what I’d like to do with my last day of stress and psychotic website checking.
“Vintage clothes shopping.” She handed me a map and dropped my off at the Haight.
While I was in college, we performance majors had this pesky little “Non-music history” requirement that hung over our heads like an anvil during our four years. I was decided to take summer classes after sophomore year and was able to get into one of the most coveted classes at the Carnegie Mellon University, Music and the counter culture of the 50s and 60s. Oh, yes. This wonderful class on beat and hippie culture was taught through the history department and therefore met our requirements. It was next to impossible to get into during the year and I nabbed it during summer session. Rock on.
I mention my favorite class in all of undergrad for one reason; much of the revolution we studied happened in that area of San Francisco. Sadly, it’s changed quite a bit, but being there still put a huge stupid grin on my face while I thought of Jack Kerouac getting stoned off his noggin’ and writing his stream of consciousness prose in one of these now unbelievably expensive condos. 
I wandered around for most of the day and on my last leg of the trip I wandered into La Rosa Vintage which my dear friend warned me was fabulous but steep. I decided to take my chances.
I found the most amazing dress EVER. Period. There it is, hanging on my closet door.
That’s hand stitched lace people!
my boobs fit PERFECTLY in the shell balconet. It’s from the early 50s and made for my body.
Why do I bring this up? Besides to make you horribly jealous of the newest VIP member of the closet… I FINALLY have a place to wear it. My two friends from college, Nikki and Graham are having a big ol’ black tie wedding in pgh this August and I’m TOTALLY wearing this amazing gown to the affair. Yes.
Now I just need to find shoes…
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