Staring slackjaw at pretty clothes = a perfectly suitable hangover cure.

So, brain no worky today. I killed it last night. Killed it with good times.

Anyway, I was planning to do a Great Nostalgic album review today, but I’m going to wait until I can type a single sentence and not forget what I was talking about halfway through.*

Instead, I’d like to look at pictures of pretty clothes. Carried by Austin stores. Does that sound good to you? Ok, let’s do this:

Laced With Romance.



Feathers.



Magnolia Family Vintage.



Boudoir Queen.




*Like this current sentence, which – in all honesty, y’all – is requiring some pretty serious mental gymnastics just to reach the period. (Success!)