There’s not a thing in my closet that trumps this vintage late ’50s / early ’60s novelty print blouse I bought on eBay many years ago.

I’d almost forgotten I owned it. Thinking that it was a little snug in the bust, I stopped wearing a couple Spring seasons ago. Now, it seems to fit just fine, and it covers the road rash that’s healing on my arms.

How appropriate is this top is for a Labor Day picnic or barbecue? I adore everything about it–the kooky drawings, the fun colorway and the label inside:

Those of you in the U.S. who celebrate the holiday, whatcha doin’ for Labor Day? I’m heading over to West Town for a quick stop at a bbq. I’m bringing Meatball, who I must say, almost rivals this blouse in cuteness.

Note the blur that’s moving near the puppy’s butt. Yep. That’s a wagging’ tail.

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