It seems the older I get, the looser I want my clothes to fit and the more my closet is filling up with grandma-esque attire. They just don't make clothes like they used to.
Coolots. what a great word. My grandma wore coolots all through the summer and honestly, I think she's the only person I've ever heard use that word.
Silky grandma blouses. I just can't stay away from them. The true vintage ones come in the best floral prints.
I had to cut the shoulder pads out of this one and I'm not a huge fan of the elastic around the bottom, but it was such a pretty color.
And there you have it, $15 for some awesome thrifted grandma finds.
My husband hopes this is just a phase.