Retro Haul

ng here and there. I'm sure there were lots of people doing the same but the difference for me was, my treasure hunt. My hunt for color was the difference. Color which turned into patterns, which then turned into, bold and brightness, which ultimately led to cut, style, and age. I've been told I had a very old soul - I believe it's true and I can thank my beautiful Godmother Linda Karen for that, along with her whimsical adoptee mother Sandra! Oh how I remember Aunty Sandra in caftan dresses, accessories as big as her head, and glasses that were larger than life. Hence retro! Haul, made much sense if you'd see me and my trunk with loads of goodies. I mean what better word right? And that's my story!