

Mid 70s Delman
I got these to go with my teal Mrs. Rubette hostess dress from the same time period.


I got these to go with my teal Mrs. Rubette hostess dress from the same time period.
This particular boomer is my retired neighbor. He likes watching the deer and animals in our neighborhood.
We also have CWD (cronic wasting disease) in our deer population and have a baiting/feeding ban.
He's been dumping bags of corn directly on the ground and leaving it because he likes to watch the deer.
Now we also have a rodent problem, with an extensive system of tunnels that are eroding our embankments and causing actual property loss at the back of several homes.
I've seen our neighbor between my house and this boomers with traps out too.
My husband and I approached the boomer neighbor and asked if he would be agreeable to move the corn off the ground, as we're having issues with rodent.
This guy starts telling me he "lived in this neighborhood 25 years, and he" talked to ordinance ", not even sure wtf that means, we don't have city ordinance against feeding, it's DNR.
I DID interrupt him, because he wasn't answering my question.. So he thought the best corse of action was to swear at my husband and myself.
Like, I was only asking him to move the grain up, not even stop. But because he's "been here 25 years" he's ENTITLED to cause rodent problems and possibly cause the deer he claims to like, get sick or hit by cars.
Absolutely ridiculous..
There's very minor snags along the sleeve on the right, but, it fits! And it's got the original crystal bib in excellent condition.
My home is decorated in MCM with swag lamps and mcm pieces so this fits right in.
The green one was TEN DOLLARS at the thrift store 🤣 and rh wred one was $75.00 via market place. 😍
I am excited to share more of my vintage pieces. Some I wear, some I just like owning.
This is mint! I almost peed when I found it.
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