bronze medal

This is why I love vintage shops.

My stress-inducing quest for a black-tie-worthy gala dress was solved rather handily by walking into a consignment store and seeing something bronzy and bias-cut and 100% silk and, most importantly, floor-length hanging on the rack next to the door.
It fit wondrously. And was 50% off, on top of being massively cheap in the first place.

My workplace dignity, it seems, can be maintained for about $70.

Dress: vintage Carmen Marc Valvo; jewelry, vintage; terribly unflattering
and glazed look, 20-hour workdays and a bottle of champagne.

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