Dearest readers of the universe, thank you for showing up today.This post is sponsored by the letter Q, the number 7 and a thrift store near you. Because today we're talking about how I'm obsessed with thrifting. If you didn't know, you probably found out when you told me I had a cute dress on and I promptly replied, "Thanks! It was four bucks!" At this point, I would say that 90% of the items in my wardrobe cost $20 or less, with probably 50% costing under $10.
To amp that closet up, I decided to make a pit stop at the downtown DBR on the way home from work last night. And, I tell you what, it was raining deals like it was the golldang apocalypse! I got a new blazer, a fall jacket, a pair of shoes, a belt and an adorable hat - all for $28! FYI, people - this aint my first rodeo. I've been popping in and out of second hand shops since I was a tot. My mom - a fantastic seamstress, deal stealer and do-it-yourselfer - raised our family with an appreciation for the previously used. Our extended family is the same way - my cousins and I could spend days in thrift stores, at auctions or digging through a shed full of old things looking for buried treasure. All you need is a little imagination to find furniture to refurb, clothes to tailor, dishes to wash and old things to make new. It's my perspective that thrifting is an awesome adventure. It's not a hobby, it's a lifestyle. And, actually, it's also becoming a tradition. Every holiday, our siblings pick names for gifts, each with a $30 limit. Two years ago, half of that gift money had to be spent on making or thrifting part of the gift. This year, the entire gift had to be second-hand.
ps. I was going to call this post "one man's junk" to imply the latter "...is another man's treasure." But it still would have just said "one man's junk," so I skipped it. This time.
