wearing only used clothes

I wish I could do this for a year:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/life/ive-worn-charity-clothes-every-day-for-a-year-to-raise-money-for/

I figure that the purchase of a used item of clothing is a form of recycling. But this is going an extra big step.

Fall wrap up

 Montreal, Mile End

Spent another Thanksgiving on the Plateau in Montreal. The circuit Saint-Laurent >> Bernard >>  Avenue du Parc in Mile End will yield many a vintage/"antique"/consignment shops finds....

                         

A trip to the fine arts museum near Mc Gill yielded some fun surprises as well...
(speaking of recycling)

your old suitcase...
...is an artifact

Revolution, White River Junction, Vermont

I still favor men's jackets (although I passed this one up)

I don't have a photo from the consignment shop on Lower Main Street in Burlington, Vermont, but it has moved into some nice new digs and is well worth the visit.

And now for a nice little story that centers around an object. I ended up in a TJ Maxx in Claremont, New Hampshire  (shame on me, I know) where I bumped into my neighbor Shirley who was looking for a new purse because her old one was really getting old (she'd had it for twenty years). Shirley is a no frills kind of person, who hardly ever treats herself or indulges. She has a tough life, works hard, never complains.  I asked her whether she might be interested in an old leather bag of mine that I don't use anymore, and she said maybe.

So the next day, I walked the bag over to her house, and we chatted for an hour, she told me more bad news about her family, but she remained cheerful. I gave her the bag and asked if I could take a picture. She liked the bag even though it was bigger than what she was looking for. I'm just glad that I got to know my neighbor better. The bag enabled the conversation.



And finally, the daughter with the vintage cool running through her veins, Williamsburg, Brooklyn.




New York City. After the Paris attacks, and more gun violence in the USA, and the refugee crisis, and the planet getting dirtier and dirtier. I came here for a week to be with my family, to see some movies with friends, to take some young Europeans out to dinner, to see some live music, to see a play, to walk, and walk, and walk, to read a lot, to relax in a state of insouciance. Luckily, it worked. Thank you New York. Thank you friends, family, neighbors.