Tales of Texas Natalie – Day Two: Broke in the Afternoon
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…