I took these shots in Montpelier with my mom last weekend, while we were killing time after having arrived a week early for the women’s march. Whoops. I’m not-so-secretly glad, though – the day I took these photos was so cold I couldn’t feel my anything. It was a day better suited for drinking tea and hunting vintage. It’s hard to have bite in your bark when the bite in question is “frost-“. I can’t think of many causes I’d lose a toe for.
There’s something so very Old World about Montpelier, Vermont. Maybe it’s the bridges, or the slightly slanted streets, or the houses tucked into surrounding hills, but it reminds me of photos I’ve seen of Prague or Budapest. I wish I’d worn something correspondingly old-fashioned, maybe a turban or a drop-waist dress. I fully admit that my choice of this ’50s dress was informed almost entirely by laundry.
Dress: ’50s vintage, thrifted
Blazer: ’40s vintage, via Cheshire Vintage
Everything else: thrifted