It was so wonderful to run into old friends and make new acquaintances, all under a canopy of oak trees and a mellow blue sky.
I wore my favorite hat (although, as one might point out, I call every hat my favorite), partially because I love it to death, but mostly to keep the sun out of my face, since the afternoon sun turns me into a tomato.
And it's now officially the time of year where jeans are just out of the question (unless you like to have sweaty thighs), so a skirt was my only option.
I spoke to many people today, which not only restored my often-dwindling hope for the human race, but reinforced my strong belief that vintage clothing and vintage accessories can truly start conversations. It was so heart-warming to have half a dozen people come up to me to ask about my hat and talk about their experiences with (and love for) clothing. I met people whose kind words will follow me for years and lift me up when I have a bad case of the Blahs.
What a beautiful day.