- me: “do you think this ledge can hold me?” husband: “uh, yeah. it’s concrete. how big do you think you are?”
- Talbots shorts (thrifted) | Route 66 tank (Kmart clearance) | Antonio Milani leather espadrilles | BUILT laptop sleeve
I’m not one to brag, but some thrift haul shopping victories require a little personal horn-tooting. Last Saturday, I had the morning off, but Chad was working across town and I needed to stay close to the shop in case any last-minute deliveries came in. There’s a great thrift store right across the street from us, so I popped in to kill a little time.
It was buy-one-get-one-free day.
As if that wasn’t enough to send my little bargain shopping heart a’flutter, it appeared that a well-dressed petite lady with my size and style had just purged her closet and donated it all to this very thrift store. I walked {read: strutted with head held high} out of there with two pairs of White House Black Market crops, JCrew khaki bermudas, a pair of private label white jeans, these Talbots shorts, two lightweight sweaters, the perfect western denim button-up, a vintage coral Anne Klein silk blouse, and a pretty little aubergine one-piece swimsuit. Each item was dry cleaned and pressed, showed no signs of wear, and a few pieces even had the retail tags attached.
My grand total: $56. Toot-toot!
I left with a combination of dizzying bargainista endorphins and a strange lurking guilt, feeling like I’d just shoplifted this stash for the amount of cash I paid. Perhaps this is a testimony of good thrifting karma. I donate good things to this thrift store (which benefits the charities of a large catholic church in our community) and I get good things back. Possible?
What do you think?