When I was a wee lass, my parents were pinchin' pennies meaning that anything "new" to my wardrobe had already seen the inside of a washing machine a dozen times. It came to me hand-me-down and tagless, usually in a garbage bag with 50 equally rumpled tops and dresses. We frequented thrift stores + sales...and I'd skulk around the racks lest anyone see me through the windows. It's prideful and silly to admit this: but, I was so humiliated. I wanted clothes from the mall, clothes that came in any size I needed, clothes with tags I could rip off. Since growing up, I embraced my ability to buy never-worn clothing. Whenever I tried to thrift, I just felt like...a poor girl in poorly fitted clothing.
But...my dive back into thrifted threads happened just the other day, by accident, as I was hunting for an ugly skirt for a side project. I bumped into a sweet little dress for under $10, and couldn't believe how well it fit my taste. Had I seen this dress in any other store, I'd have forked over $30 for it, no questions asked. And it grew from there...I pillaged those racks like a Viking warrior. The beautiful thing about thrift stores, I discovered, is this: When you flip past an item, it will either work or it won't. There's no swapping out for a medium, or wondering if the grey would look better than the blue. If it doesn't work, ya move on to the next item.
On that trip, I snagged two bags of clothes for under $30. My favorite item of all would have to be the above Old Navy cropped jacket...barely worn and it cost me one dollar. ONE DOLLAR, PEOPLE! Together with the flirty floral tank under it, it was a new look for six bucks.
While I plan to stop by my local thrift stores a bit more regularly...I do have to say that you still cannot trump that brand new from-the-store, rippin'-the-tags-off feeling. For me, it's like sniffing a baby's head. You just can't beat it.
Riddle me this: Do you thrift to build your wardrobe, or do used clothes skeeve you?