Can you tell I'm un petit peu obsessesed with vanities and the boudoir? I mean, I have three kids, I'm jobless with bills to pay, my laundry is piled sky high, and I have school to think about so it's pretty obvious I'm good at prioritizing. Take note, potential future employers!
Anyway, remember that vanity I told you about? I failed to mention it's in my upstairs hallway. It's still, what some would call, "not mine." But I'm laying claim to it because 1.) A hallway is a STUPID place for a vanity and 2.) I don't see anybody's name on it. I'm homesteading this bitch and taking the pictures to prove it.
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| There. I put some shit on it. Mine. |
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| Pink depression glass and a jewelry holder from Target. |
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| The butterfly bracelet with the quarter sized garnet is vintage 1920's. Probably my fave piece. |
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| Grandma's pearls. |
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| Ormolu vanity tray with vintage and new perfume bottles. The black atomizer is from the 1920's. |
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| Totally clutterfucked. |
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| This is new to me. Nippon hair reciever and powder jar with tray. |
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| Finally got myself a new bottle of Black Rose. I changed bottles. It's easier to use with a crystal dauber and looks prettier too. It would probably last longer in the original brown bottle which just means I need to use it faster. |
Alright, and now I have to get back to the reality of poopie diapers and sticky juice boxes. I hope you all have plans this weekend. I created this set on Polyvore to show you what I'll be wearing*:
*in my dreams.
XOXO,
Rawnie
