Weekend in Springfield
Holly's gorgeous apartment is filled with vintage treasure.
There are vintage purses hanging from pretty much every door handle and a shoe tree (originally a plant stand) standing in a corner of the living room.
Best vintage clock collection I've ever seen. Several were purchased from Vintage Soup over the years (Holly is, by far, my best customer).
Holly hails from the great state of New Jersey; she displays her home state pride throughout her kitchen.
Next door to Holly's apartment is the Victorian Edwards mansion where the Edwardian/Downton Abbey tea party was held. I would have gotten a full shot of the home's facade, but some fool of a Took parked their minivan right in front of the entrance.
Holly in her Sad Lady Edith/New-Woman garb.
Me in what was supposed to be a Lady Mary in a Slight State of Mourning outfit; however, the women at the tea insisted on calling me Rose. So there's that.
Holly is friends with the mansion's curator; otherwise, this lovely dress would have found itself under one of our skirts and out of the house in a wink.
After the party, we visited Holly's favorite thrift haunts and saw a bizarre statues of the Lincoln family.
We also stayed in costume to thrift. I figured, based on the number of Civil War reenactments that happen in Springfield, our garb would have gone fairly unnoticed. Not so. My favorite comment of the day was "you're not from around here, are you? That outfit is . . . what's it called . . . couture?"
I had a wonderful weekend in Springfield with Holly. We indulged our love of making messes at Art Night, Downton Abbey/tea/costumes/history of fashion at the Edwardian Tea Party, thrifting at the area's Goodwills, and food at local Thai and microbrewery restaurants. And I managed to avoid the Snow Apocalypse the weather people kept threatening. Could not have asked for a better visit.