Living in a dream

“… Her own  native Heaven
More clearly she mirror’d , as life’s troubled dream
Wore away; and love sigh’d into rest, like a stream
That breaks its heart over wild rocks toward the shore
Of the great sea which hushes it up evermore
With its little wild wailing.” — Owen Meredith, Lucille 

I might not be able to blog tomorrow, so I thought I’d show you the beauty I found at the thrift store for a whopping $6.50. I have to say, this dress makes me want even more to live in the bygone age of corsets and gowns and masquerade evenings. Seriously. Why don’t we do that any more?

Also, not to ruin the dreamy mood of this post, but when I first tried on this dress, it reminded me of an old western brothel. In a good way. If there is such a thing.  But then I styled it this way and I feel more like a lady.

A lady who really needs to do the dishes so she can go watch a movie with a certain charming Irishman in it. Because that’s important.

I hope you all have a lovely Thursday, and happy weekend!

(details: Dreas ($6.50) and shoes ($4.99), thrifted; necklace, inherited from grandma; flowers, old.