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âNo, like I said, I lost my earring earlier when I got here.â I flashed her a wide smile. âIâve looked everywhere, but this was the one spot I hadnât looked yet.â
Her brow furrowed. I knew she still wasnât buying my excuse, but there was reasonable doubt, so she couldnât really say anything to the contrary.
âI donât believe you, Cookie. I think you were trying to listen to my conversation.â She narrowed her eyes.
âWhy would I do that?â I asked innocently.
âWhy is she worried about it unless she knew that she had done something wrong?â Sam said.
He had a valid point.
Brooke placed her hands on her hips. âWhy would you listen to my conversation?â
I finally climbed out from under the bush, brushing off my clothing. âI wouldnât. I told you I was looking for my earring.â
âYou are wearing both of them.â She pointed.
âI didnât say I was looking for the earring Iâm wearing now.â
She couldnât argue with that. Brooke stared for a moment longer, then turned on her heel. âI am leaving.â
She mumbled something under her breath as she walked away, but I couldnât quite make out what she had said. It was probably better that way.
âThat was completely awkward,â Charlotte said.
âYeah, donât remind me. She will tell everyone in town how strange I am.â
âWell . . . they probably already think youâre a little eccentric, donât you think?â Charlotte pointed toward my clothing.
I suppose she did have a point. But I didnât want it to get around that I was weird. Right now I could be considered quirky. That could easily turn to just plain nutty in a matter of hours.
âPeople know me in town; they probably wouldnât believe her anyway.â I walked back toward the house.
âWhat are you doing?â Charlotte asked.
âLooking for vintage clothing, what else?â
Chapter 11
Cookieâs Savvy Vintage-Clothing Shopping Tip
Be careful of how you store items.
Donât use plastic
because it can trap moisture.
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Even after the weird encounter with Brooke Iâd managed to find a few awesome pieces. Actually, I was shocked at the good items Iâd found. The first thing Iâd spotted was an adorable Gucci 1970s pullover sweater. It had a delicate band of lace on the front. The fabric was antique white. The petite collar had a scalloped trim with a decorative three-button closure. The embroidered floral-print bodice added whimsy to the puffed long sleeves with a scalloped gathered sleeve cuff and a ribbed waistband.
The next piece was a gorgeous Ralph Lauren skirt from the 1980s. The navy blue sailor skirt was made out of cotton. It had the cute traditional sailor style front with pockets and a high waistline. On the side of the waist was the zipper closure.
I was pretty sure Iâd squealed with delight when I picked up the 1950s wool gray Lilli Ann pencil skirt. The back featured a double pleat that fanned out the hem. I scored an absolutely adorable Pauline Trigère 1950s blouse to pair with the skirt. It was a white and red short-sleeved blouse with smooth white satin and delicate red floral trim along the collar. Pearl buttons lined down the front of the blouse. I placed the items in the trunk of the car and pointed the Buick in the direction of Jamieâs address.
âWe should come up with the questions that youâd like to ask her,â Charlotte said.
I wasnât sure that planning ahead would matter because I knew I would just forget what I wanted to ask when I got there. Nerves always did that to me. I navigated the streets and listened to the radio, tuning out the ghostsâ chatter. Elvis poured from the speakers and I concentrated on the beautiful weather.
âAre you listening to us?â Charlotte asked, bringing me out of my daydream. It was the good one
âNo, like I said, I lost my earring earlier when I got here.â I flashed her a wide smile. âIâve looked everywhere, but this was the one spot I hadnât looked yet.â
Her brow furrowed. I knew she still wasnât buying my excuse, but there was reasonable doubt, so she couldnât really say anything to the contrary.
âI donât believe you, Cookie. I think you were trying to listen to my conversation.â She narrowed her eyes.
âWhy would I do that?â I asked innocently.
âWhy is she worried about it unless she knew that she had done something wrong?â Sam said.
He had a valid point.
Brooke placed her hands on her hips. âWhy would you listen to my conversation?â
I finally climbed out from under the bush, brushing off my clothing. âI wouldnât. I told you I was looking for my earring.â
âYou are wearing both of them.â She pointed.
âI didnât say I was looking for the earring Iâm wearing now.â
She couldnât argue with that. Brooke stared for a moment longer, then turned on her heel. âI am leaving.â
She mumbled something under her breath as she walked away, but I couldnât quite make out what she had said. It was probably better that way.
âThat was completely awkward,â Charlotte said.
âYeah, donât remind me. She will tell everyone in town how strange I am.â
âWell . . . they probably already think youâre a little eccentric, donât you think?â Charlotte pointed toward my clothing.
I suppose she did have a point. But I didnât want it to get around that I was weird. Right now I could be considered quirky. That could easily turn to just plain nutty in a matter of hours.
âPeople know me in town; they probably wouldnât believe her anyway.â I walked back toward the house.
âWhat are you doing?â Charlotte asked.
âLooking for vintage clothing, what else?â
Chapter 11
Cookieâs Savvy Vintage-Clothing Shopping Tip
Be careful of how you store items.
Donât use plastic
because it can trap moisture.
Â
Â
Even after the weird encounter with Brooke Iâd managed to find a few awesome pieces. Actually, I was shocked at the good items Iâd found. The first thing Iâd spotted was an adorable Gucci 1970s pullover sweater. It had a delicate band of lace on the front. The fabric was antique white. The petite collar had a scalloped trim with a decorative three-button closure. The embroidered floral-print bodice added whimsy to the puffed long sleeves with a scalloped gathered sleeve cuff and a ribbed waistband.
The next piece was a gorgeous Ralph Lauren skirt from the 1980s. The navy blue sailor skirt was made out of cotton. It had the cute traditional sailor style front with pockets and a high waistline. On the side of the waist was the zipper closure.
I was pretty sure Iâd squealed with delight when I picked up the 1950s wool gray Lilli Ann pencil skirt. The back featured a double pleat that fanned out the hem. I scored an absolutely adorable Pauline Trigère 1950s blouse to pair with the skirt. It was a white and red short-sleeved blouse with smooth white satin and delicate red floral trim along the collar. Pearl buttons lined down the front of the blouse. I placed the items in the trunk of the car and pointed the Buick in the direction of Jamieâs address.
âWe should come up with the questions that youâd like to ask her,â Charlotte said.
I wasnât sure that planning ahead would matter because I knew I would just forget what I wanted to ask when I got there. Nerves always did that to me. I navigated the streets and listened to the radio, tuning out the ghostsâ chatter. Elvis poured from the speakers and I concentrated on the beautiful weather.
âAre you listening to us?â Charlotte asked, bringing me out of my daydream. It was the good one
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