This was a girly girls paridise. Everything looked vintage although everything was new. I could feel the Victorian deep in me longing to get out and get out she did. The owner knew just how to place everything to make you want everything.
I felt like I had stepped into the pages of Victorian Trading Company.
Everything was so pretty.
Lacey socks and button covers.
The dressing room beckoned me to bring lots of dresses in to try.
Doesn't this look like the perfect purse or what?
What is it about pretty things that make you feel so good?