By: Lynn Peril

Thine own truth

By: Lynn Peril

Valerie’s confident kindness was appealing.

By: Lynn Peril

Aghast in bronze: BABY’S FIRST ASHTRAY

By: Lynn Peril

Less than 70 days of 70, GIRLS, 70

By: Lynn Peril

The underpinning of my wardrobe for decades now.

By: Lynn Peril

The politics of clothing are complex.

By: Lynn Peril

This jacket makes me feel good every time I wear it.

By: Lynn Peril

These items please my inner Edith Prickley.

By: Lynn Peril

I’ve been dancing in a dead woman’s clothes more than once.

By: Lynn Peril

Just look at that gorgeous lamé fabric!

By: Lynn Peril

There’s nothing like vintage gabardine.

By: Lynn Peril

I bought a men’s size XL and cut out the collar.

By: Lynn Peril

My sweater has a union label.

By: Lynn Peril

I could “generally be found in black leggings and a wool Pendleton.”

By: Lynn Peril

“1. Easy Bake Oven. 2. Game Barnabas Collins.”