When someone requests a “clean” & organized thrift experience from me I take them to the Mission.
I have not decided when my unsuspecting guest becomes aware that they are in for a surprise; it could be the outdoor crack den that one must tiptoe through at the top of the 16th St Bart exit or the preferred form of advertising on cardboard on the doors of ‘hotels’.
I wish I could have wandered SF in 1975.
My new leather cape, Hecho en Mexico, from Mission Thrift.
Ironically, I picked up this Fox fur headband for a laugh, fell completely in love with it and now belongs to my ever expanding fur collection.
Every vintage shopping trip must end in a photo shoot.