Alright.  Let’s get down to business.  Yesterday I had done a quick scan of the stores in the area, but I was a bit overwhelmed at the number of stores and the amount of STUFF everywhere.  Despite the fact that I pulled my forearm muscles carrying home my bags of vintage finds the day before… I felt I still had a lot of ground to cover.

First, I went to a small boutique down a side street called “Feathers”.  It wasn’t as big as some of the other vintage stores in the area, but it all of the clothing in there was extremely well-collected.  Amazing stuff that was wearable and still very different.   I bought a pearl-snap cowboy shirt and a yellow silk utility top.  My only issue with this store was the salespeople.  I’m trying not to be too judgemental, but those chicks were fucking bitches.  For real.

Then, I went to this other store… I forget the name now, but they also had a huge selection.  Lots of great men’s stuff, including about 30 Members Only jackets that were SICK:

Then – back to New Bohemia Vintage.  It’s huge.  There’s tons of shit.  This is what I walked out with:

90′s floral dress:

Plaid calf-length skirt:

ANOTHER pair of cowboy boots.  I know.  I’m ridiculous.  But they were 30 DOLLARS and they are amazing:

I also found some fun kids’ stuff… I wanted to find a cute kid’s western shirt for my freinds Aidan and Sean, but tragically… all they had was this conservative, full-suede, bright red child’s Lederhosen:

And this full-body, replica NASCAR “Team Shell” coveralls for babies.  Complete with rough and jagged  metal ‘zipper-of’death’:

FINALLY… my absolute favorite purchase of the whole trip… was this ridiculous, 80′s southwestern Jordache flannel shirt:

Sigh.  Packed that shit up and started walking back to the hotel.  However… I had one more stop to make.  Earlier that day I saw a long floral dress in the window of a boutique called “Creatures“.  It’s not vintage, it’s new, but for some reason I became obsessed with it and had this hankering to go and try it on.  Fortunately for me, I met Phia, the salesperson, whose super-friendly awesomeness helped convince me that I should buy it.  Now all I have to do is go to Coachella and wear it with a braided twine headband and Hunter boots, and I’ll fit right in:

Phia is awesome!

Alright.  Next couple of posts will close up my trip to Texas.  Tomorrow, my last few vintage purchases (maybe including a bolo tie…), and some some delicious meals.  Lastly, I’m going to post on the BIG-ASS PIMPIN’ treatment I got when I headed over to Dallas…