It's official. We've outgrown the office/library that was doubling (tripling?) as a studio and have at last begun to colonize the bedroom with as-yet-to-be-listed vintage frocks. The Boy thinks it's creepy to slumber so close to the garments of deceased women; I find it darkly comforting.
Look for these pieces (and more) in the coming weeks at our new digital domicile.
