A friend once commented on the uniform in her small college town. It was a denim or chambray jumper or skirt, turtleneck, clogs with summer substitutes of a blouse or tee, bare legs and Birkenstocks.
Although more obviously "the look" in that close community of supposed independent thinkers,
our town and many others lined right up to get on that 80's-90's fashion band wagon,
or should we say covered wagon, too.
How does one put well-worn Liz Claiborne garments out to pasture?
How about in a stylin' picnic blanket?
Machine quilting by J. Bauer.