My hometown is well and truly dying. I don't live in the town any longer, but close enough to still walk its sidewalks from time to time and remind myself of its sad state. Once a busy little historic village, Long Grove now stands in stillness most days-- maybe a person here or there. Its trademark Strawberry and Apple festivals still happen each year at their appointed times, but seem only like raucous bandages to me. They cover over the true and bleeding state of my little town, beautiful, but growing more vacant by the day.
Growing up, my Dad sat on the village board and many times I've thought about going to listen and participate-- to understand the issues, and lend a younger mind. I even have a somewhat fanciful, crack-brained scheme about opening a vintage shop there-- crazy, because the town has proven to be a business killer. I just feel in my bones that all it needs is a couple new, successful shops to create a healthy business culture there. Small business, handmade and vintage are on the rise and Long Grove seems the perfect place to foster that.
Only time will tell, but my heart does hope.
Details
{tee} - J.Crew
{tank} - Kohls
{skirt} - vintage 1940's, thrifted
{shoes} - Call It Spring, via Zappos
{necklace} - handmade by My Selveged Life, gift
If you follow me on Instagram, this is the skirt I attached that adorable vintage Scottish terrier button to a few weeks ago! :)
