Vintage kimono? Thrifted. Black skinny pants? Joe's Jeans. White tee? Target. Wedges? Stuart Weitzman. Vintage Ruth Saltz clutch? Thrifted.
If I were a completely different person, I would have worn something totally different to the Dallas Flea. That person probably would have dressed in green skinny jeans, a chambray shirt, brown knee-high boots and a gold monogrammed necklace - the apparent uniform of flea attendees. Sometimes I wonder if my camera wishes I were this kind of person, instead of the woman who wears thrifted vintage embroidered kimonos. But I'll never be the type who stick to a trendy uniform. You can count on me for that.