Thrift in Action.

(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!