caped crusador

SO after a brutally week I was so so so so soooooo excited to go to the 2nd annual vintage sale at the Chateau Laurier downtown. In addition to being super swank, the whole thing was just my cup of tea. There were three enormous rooms full of vintage goodies, the whole place smelled like pure musk, and I seriously have never seen so much fur in my whole life. Holy tamolly. Anyways, I only got to pick over people's leftovers since I got there about an hour before closing, but I did manage to pick up the weirdest oxfords ever that I plan on spray painting silver or something, and ummmm.....a cape. Yes, I have an obsession that my boyfriend, bless his styleless soul, cannot understand. I don't know what it is, the teeny arm holes, the blanket-esque vibe, or maybe I just like to think I'm a modern day Mary Poppins. But Mary Poppins was a fox, and her cape was super foxy. meow.






did I mention how much I hate turtlenecks??


what I'm wearing:
cape: vintage, $30
*shiver* turtleneck: Mom's "practical clothes" donation
skirt: custom made
belt: vintage
thigh highs: AA
shoes: asos, $20