i spy: vanity fair.
my inner girlie girl has always longed for a vanity. you know, the kind where you pull up a sweet little tufted chair and brush your long locks like 800 times as your loved one looks on in awe and admiration. your lipsticks and perfumes scattered about in reckless and feminine disarray, revealing a fashionable woman on the go. yeah, one of those. they’ve got this romantic allure of yesteryear, and i thought i’d spy some today. let’s get our glamour on!