the biggest little city

This is the last round of Reno photos, and what a round! No commentary necessary, although I should mention that most of these photos were taken at an amazing shop called Junkee (part antique store, part vintage clothing store) and if you ever find yourself in Reno you must go there. The end.

stuck on you

photos by isla

dress  vintage from tender vintage

shoes  fletcher by lyell

Reno, Reno, Reno. Is it possible to leave your heart there? Doubtful, but I have a strange affinity for the place nevertheless. It must be the endless buffets and the plentiful vintage, because it's definitely not the gambling (I lost $2 playing Kitty Glitter and that was the extent of my gambling career). This dress was much too Fancy Fine for Reno but it seemed like the perfect "summer vacation dress" in my mind. My mind, by the way, is filled with weird fantasies of what should constitute a vacation wardrobe, which is how I ended up bringing a bunch of sparkly, frilly frocks and nothing at all casual. No regrets!

The caveman photo below is a perfect example of what I look like between every "good" photo. Feel free to make it your desktop background and laugh at me whenever you're feeling blue.

vintage paradise

While in Reno last weekend I had the (extremely amazing) pleasure of digging through the massive vintage collection of a woman who was ready to sell everything. A dream come true, really. I arrived with Jen, Annalise, Isla, and several other girls and we were completely unprepared for the crazy amount of vintage this woman had stashed away. A large shed and a living room were packed corner to corner with beautiful things from every era. We gasped, we squealed, we made giant piles of our favorite things, we gasped some more. I had to keep pinching myself because it seemed too good to be true! We all left with huge garbage bags filled with goodies, mine stuffed with 1960's dresses, 1920's lace collars, a gingham ruffle crop top, and the cutest 1940's two-piece summer outfit. I think we only saw the tip of the iceberg and I'm already dying to go back.

My crazy gold purse on top of a massive vintage pile.

Two twin poodles kept us company while we pawed through the heavenly mess.

Two of the things I bought: a gorgeous lace collar and a gingham ruffled crop top.

Only a small portion of what we looked through... it took us five hours!

wonder lodge

photos by isla

hat  vintage, thrifted

dress  vintage

sunglasses  asos

purse  vintage

sandals  vintage, thrifted

I spent this past weekend in Reno with a few of my favorite girls, which was the perfect excuse to dig out some of my neglected summer dresses. This little 1960's frock reminds me of Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby with its short tent shape and sweet bow. I carried my crazy "I Have Money to Burn" purse around all weekend, of course, which I'm sure made several old ladies pretty jealous. It happened to be the perfect time for a Reno jaunt because our hotel was hosting a bodybuilding pageant, a Miss Hawaiian Tropics pageant, and Toddlers & Tiaras. So you can imagine the craziness we saw each day (think deep tans, string bikinis, and lots of sequins). Although wearing my funny old dresses earned me just as many bewildered stares!

reno part three

Slot machines stole my money.

The mysterious Peter dance dance dancing.

I have no idea what I'm singing here, but it must be silly.

Peter serenading a lady on the sidewalk.

Reno is: smokey bars, sweaty bangs, Peter's finger sneaking into the corner of every other photo, slot machines called Maltese Fortune and Kitty Glitter, too much air conditioning, little kids hanging out at arcades until one in the morning, air hockey showdowns, two showers every day, SPF 100, strip clubs called Wild Orchid, chicken wing festivals, karaoke DJs named Isaac, two cameras in my bag at all times, amazing motel signs, lonely side streets, talkative locals, the best antique stores ever, buffets, old men in western shirts smoking cigars, quite an adventure.