A few months ago, i became privvy to a dillapidated warehouse full of vintage. this is one of the dresses that i nabbed, a 1940's rayon dress in my favorite colors, with perfectly puffed sleeves and delightful buttons. I know its sounds terrible, but i was so glad to find that it was in too poor condition to sell, but in perfect condition for me to love.
our anniversary night seemed like the perfect chance to wear it.

I LOVE when i can coerce steve into taking pictures of me. there is only one guy in the world that makes me smile and makes my eyes twinkle like this.
the evening's details...
clockwise from top
1. steve's eye crinkles; these are present when my husband is smiling or laughing. they mean a lot to me.
2. my dress and hair barette. i was pretty over the moon about how the teal flowers were just the same as the one on my dress
3. justice drugstore, where we ate. totally amazing fancy food.
4. my 1940's shoes.
5. us.
thanks every so much for reading this,
m