Small-town thrift stores are the best thing ever. A portion of what I pillaged from the various antique malls and second-hand stores of central Nebraska last week (for a grand total of probably $100):

Rabbit-fur coat in perfect condition, handmade silk shantung skirt (with matching shell and jacket), fur peter pan collar, silver triple-strand necklace, brass quail (I don't know why I needed it, but I needed it), and 1933/34 Chicago World's Fair keychain.

This is especially wonderful, as my grandpa was at the 1933/34 Chicago World's Fair, and will tell you a story about sneaking away from his parents to go ride the Ferris Wheel, which at the time had a dubious safety record. Grandpa and me, we're thrill-seekers like that.

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