So back in April for my birthday, my husband and I took a surprise-to-me trip to Astoria, Oregon. While we were there, I decided on a whim at a vintage store that I just really, really needed a petticoat. But since I couldn’t decide on white or red, the woman running the shop (who owned it, I think!) offered me both petticoats for a discount that ended up being exactly the amount of birthday money I had left. I bought them both right then… and once I got home to try them on, was disappointed that they were shorter than expected, and WAY fluffier than expected, and didn’t work…