Pretty Happy Duster

It was summer in Tucson, AZ and I was bicycling out without sun protection (shame on me). I stopped for cold drink and next to it, there it was. The perfect little vintage store was next to the restaurant and this little duster was misplaced right near the door by the Mexican day-dresses and the Guatemalan cloth-belts. I am considering having it lined or sewing buttons to go with my tench coat's removable liner. I will keep you posted!

 

Also, While packing le weekender for the winter vacation, a minimalist spirit smiled upon said luggage. The trip within the North-East with the intention of indulgently laid back laziness beckoned of moi rien but the bare minimal. The over-commercialized winter holidays support the non-conformist idea. While my host in as far from being a minimalist as a person can be, minimalism itself seems to be mon nouveau project. No New Year's resolution. I don't like those. Minimalism as an experiment? Perhaps.