This whole month I've been on a hunt for some 1940s peasant style clothing. I couldn't for the life of me figure out where this came from. It's not really my style, but I have been wanting it so badly. Then I figured it out. The Death Hag in me wants it. I want the Carole Landis death outfit. Call me shallow, but how great is that outfit? If you read the death report, the shoes are gold even! I know I'm a jerk for it, but that image will forever be in my brain. I blame the copy of Hollywood Babylon in the family library. Ruined me for life.