I’m not much of a thrifter.
Let me explain: I don’t thrift because I CAN’T thrift.
Some people can walk into a thrift store and find AMAZING things. They see the beauty in the hideous. The potential in the potential-less.
I walk into a thrift store and feel like I need to take a shower in straight bleach.
I’m just not good at digging through a bunch of crap for hours only to finding nothing of value. I end up coming home with TONS of crap that will stay crap because it really is just that. CRAP. Can I say crap one more time? CRAP.
Give me a good garage sale, a great estate sale, a nice flea market, and WHAM BAM, thank you ma’am, we’ll be right on track. But put the word THRIFT into the store name (or a derivative of the word thrift, like consignment or gently used or whatever) and I lose my powers.
It’s sad, really.
So when I stopped by the thrift store the other day to look for some fabrics for a project, I didn’t have high hopes. I found a hideous fur coat, one tiny slab of lace, and then WHAMMY. I find this skirt.
It was about 8 miles longer than this, and smelled of fermented cat pee, but that didn’t matter because I could SEE THE POTENTIAL. The scales had been lifted my friends.
I don’t think I’ll be testing my new skills out any time soon though. I probably went through 6 years of wretched shopping just to accumulate this one steal, so my odds aren’t that great.Sample Sale anyone?
and yes, I did just chop off the bottom of the skirt and leave it hemless. I might have found my thrifting mojo, but it didn’t come with any sewing skills.
urban outfitters sunnies//forever 21 jacket// Express tee (old)// thrifted skirt// Lulu’s heels
hair: scrunched with Garnier mouse and left to sleep on.
Makeup: Revlon Ravish Me Red
love!
oh my word, K. you are freaking adorable!!!! good find, my dear, good find indeed!
I just have the hardest time getting over the smell of thrift stores to actually. Sad but true. I wish I was that cool.
* to actually look
I do go thrifting quite a bit, or vintage shopping. My problem is that I have a hard time finding things that fit. Oftentimes, dresses are too short (I don’t know about you, but I’m 5’10″). Shoes never fit either. I refer to my size 10 feet as “hobbit feet.” Salespeople laugh, I cry. NO SHOES FOR ME. Anyway, thrifting can be discouraging. I always see things I think I like. I see the potential in things. AND THEN I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM. Or, rather, I’m just TOO LAZY and don’t want to fix them. This is a good score, though. And your shoes are pretty cool. I love the color.
Also, I read your post below about sleeping. Oh gosh; sleep is so nice when it comes. I just started a full time job now, so I’m out and down for the count by 11 or midnight now. I like it, though. I feel healthier with a normal sleeping schedule. But it is harder when my friends–who are still in college–want to do things. They don’t quite understand that I’m OLD.
I’m missing the thrifting gene, too. It’s a bummer. :(
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