The church basement

There is a church in New Hampshire that consistently blows my mind with it's basement thrift store. Awesomeness all around, all for 25 cents. I normally make one pilgrimage a year, so this is an annual report of sorts.

This year's favorites are as follows.... An Elly May-ish short sleeve shirt, a funny patterned bandana and a polka dot hankie, all from the 50s. I have big plans for the hankie that involve a repurposing it into something a little more, um..... scandalous. Details to follow.

The men's section is utter perfection. Flipping through the rack it's like vintage pendleton, vintage ll bean, vintage filson, vintage woolrich on repeat with a smattering of j peterman and ralph lauren. And you wonder why I am the way I am. Sadly, I can only buy so many men's things before I officially turn into a boy, which is not the direction I want to be headed.

That being said, I could not turn away these two wool flannels which are single handedly getting me excited for fall. The gray one has perfectly worn in leather elbow patches and the plaid one, well, it's plaid and awesome.

And who on earth was this mysterious "Jeef" who's jacket displays pitch perfect penmanship? I bet his little lady spelled out his name before he shipped off. It's so romantic it makes me wanna cry. And this is the pathetic reason I didn't buy it.

It may take a few months to forgive myself this lapse in normally sound thrifting judgement.

**ADDENDUM**

After some well placed google search terms, I've learned that C.E. Jefferess was actually a commander in WWI who returned to live in Winston, NC. Isn't the internet wonderful?