(Ignore the just-woke-up eyes, it's the outfit we're looking at)
I had to post this because as I was looking in my mirror before church, I realized that everything I had on came from a thrift store [minus what's under the clothes and the nylons]. Remember the shoes and belts I talked about the other day? I'm wearing 'em. The shirt and skirt I found a while ago. I calculated my grand total: $12. That's delightful!
You may be asking yourself why? Why not just got to Ann Taylor or Gap and buy your clothes, you're not in the poor house [don't think I'm rich, either. . . very middle-class]? I'd say 1) I love great clothes and 2) I'd much rather spend my money on other things, more important things [like library fines]. Spending $70+ on a pair of shoes or pants or whatever seems ridiculous to me when I can always find something I LOVE just as much for a fraction of the cost and a turn in my washing machine.
Granted, not everything I own is thrifted. I love new clothes. But thrift stores, TJ Maxx, and Ross have forever ruined me to department store shopping [which is the epitome of my mother, and I love her for it. She's classy.] I want the class without the price, and I'm willing to search for it. That's where Mom and I differ, the thrill of the hunt. The hunt is what drives me when I shop. Just thinking about it gets me excited [easy, Lanette, easy]. Okay, I'm not that obsessive, but I sure have a great time when I shop. If you ever need a shopping buddy, give me a call!
Well, I better run, the kids have made their own herbal tea and Lincoln is SUCKING on his tea bag! How gross is that?!! And Annie just said, "Look, Mommy, I can pick my nose with my toe!" Double-gross!