Every time I come back home, I end up digging through boxes and boxes of old clothes, things that at some point I decided I didn't want around, but couldn't bare to fully part with--so I shipped them north for my endlessly patient parents to deal with (to be fair, however, being a pack-rat runs in the family). This is a good thing, because odds are that my tastes have changed since I last was up in my little attic room, and it seems like I always come away with some rediscovered treasures. So far, I've found this pretty creamy I. Magnin blouse and a pair of yellow Gloria Vanderbilt flats (just like my trusty green ones!) And of course my record collection, that thankfully will be coming back East with me this time. A thousand hoorays!
