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?
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