Over the weekend I popped into a couple of fleas around the city, mostly to wander, touch and wish I had either a ridiculously spacious home and/or a storage shed to house all the treasures buried within. Always a fun time, and a throw back to some of my earlier hangs with my grandparents, I’m always psyched to hit up a good flea.
I managed to score a few solid items, one being a sweet Harris Tweed blazer that fit so well it was frightening.
So if a solid blazer fitting to perfection straight of the rack wasn’t enough, the day turned out to be a good day for some legit L.L. Bean. I found a pair of almost mint Bean Boots, and an old duffel complete with leather accents and years of appropriate distress.