I've been very distracted for the last 3 weeks. I had a pretty great opportunity to buy 400 pieces of deadstock vintage from a high end boutique in Atlantic City that had closed it's doors thirty years ago and hadn't been touched since. It was stuff I had actually shopped from in the past and scored a never worn with tags 1950s Ceil Chapman gown out of. Four years later the owner was ready to get rid of what was left. So the last three weeks I've been a little on edge and unable to focus on anything else because it took 3 weeks to complete the deal, usually I like to wrap things up rather quickly in the case someone changes their mind and mainly to prevent getting hoodwinked by another buyer coming in and offering more. But THREE WEEKS! I've been an inveterate tool around here as result, hate vintage dawdling.
Above are some not so great shots of the racks before I cleared them out, three racks in total, 400 pieces. After sorting I brought home about 300 items. I'm pooped.