For just a few days every spring, the riverside park between Winooski and Burlington clouds with soft perfume. Lilacs are my very favorite flower. They’re in my blood, as family lore holds: my mother got a fresh bouquet in the hospital the day I was born.
Word to the wise: they do not taste anywhere near as good as they smell. Last year I tried to make lilac wine, to the retching of all. At least now I’ve got a whole cask of nail polish remover.
I can’t go swimming yet, what with the new tattoo, but nothing will stop me lazing by the river and hoping. It’s the perfect place to debut some birthday vintage from my mom. The dress is from Etsy, the hat from a little shop near her work. I fell in love with the dress for the buttons, and I’m delighted that the hat matches so perfectly. I honored it with my little silver hat brooch, a hat pin to match my hatpins.
As of yesterday, I’m Chronically Vintage’s latest featured blogger! Jessica interviews a different vintage lady every month, and I’m the May centerfold. Check out my Deep Thoughts on Maleficent, shirtwaist dresses, and dinner-table fights.
Dress: ’40s vintage, via Honey Meanie Vintage
Hat: vintage, via brick-and-mortar shop
Brooch, belt, & shoes: thrifted