Possibly in the category of 'What Was I Thinking?' or 'How Could I Not?'

I'm going on vacation in a few days, a very few days. Despite this fact, and KNOWING I don't have time to deal with more vintage stuffage at the moment, I wander across the country side the other day, to check out the stock of a small vintage clothing shop going out of business. The drive was lovely, past rolling hills, lush valleys, with huge farms struggling desperately to survive in our modern world, through a smallish town that still has the civil war era court house on the square. Already overloaded with stuffage from previous estate sales, auctions, etc., I've accumulated literally weeks of yard work and household maintenance (due to WEEKS of non-stop rain, see previous post) & what feels like hundreds of minute details to attend to; I certainly should have stayed home!

Why the dresses call to me, I know not. But they do, refusing to be ignored, despite the fact that the vast majority not only won't fit me, but half the ones that do are all wrong (don't hang right, tooo damn short waisted, etc.) Perhaps the vintage fairy knows I'll do my damnedest to find them new homes, with fabulous new lives to live, being worn & loved yet again. So to make a long story short, the sweet lil shop with the purple door, which I'd never known was there (hidden behind a farmhouse turned trendy coffee shop), housed a total score! The back of my Ford was filled half-way to the top with stacks of dresses & lingerie. Now where am I going to put it all??? Much less find the time to list it, sigh.....