New thoughts on old clothes

I just spent Thanksgiving in New York City where I reconnected with my daughter Clara whose clothes come mainly from the Salvation Army.

This outfit is made up of hand me downs and aforementioned finds at a West Side Salvation Army store.

I visited her in her new neighborhood in Bushwick, Brooklyn, reachable by M train, an elevated subway train that harkens back to the New York of the 1940s and 50s, including, free of charge, a slow and slightly bumpy ride through Williamsburg and Bedford Stuyvesant.

                                 

I also went to the New Museum on the Bowery in Lower Manhattan where I couldn't help but notice the number of men wearing colorful sneakers,  suede shoes and leather booties. 

I'm not sure how I feel about this male fashion statement. Perhaps I just need to get used to it. 

It's December, drab, grey, cold, and depressing. Back home in New Hampshire, when I'm feeling bored and blue, I cruise ebay looking at Coach bags. Harlow's vintage web site popped up, with a lovely red bag

 as well as  this wonderful little video…