Or, Let's Talk Dirty
So in my last post, I shared a valuable tip for identifying boyfriend jeans. You are so welcome!
Please forgive the more rambling post than usual. Y'all know I don't get out much these days.
Dirty dressing room MIRROR, folks. iPhone selfie pics again.
But I kinda like this keepin' it real at the Goodwill approach.
Ralph Lauren men's shirt; no label boyfriend jeans; um, yeah, Crocs;
hospital, Ronald McDonald House & Grow, Cells, Grow bracelets
I know the right thing to do is give this pendent as a Christmas present.
But if it's wrong to keep it, I don't want to be right.
I roam around Goodwill often, but frequently leave empty-handed. (Except for those $1 vintage brooches and plastic beads I collect like a magpie.) I know I don't need many clothes, and I'm enjoying the ones I already own more than ever. The lovely and witty Vix at Vintage Vixen wrote the best post evah about not getting sucked in to each season's new fashion trends, and the foolishness of thinking we have nothing to wear:
Reading posts by bloggers identifying gaps in their wardrobes, complaining they've nothing to wear and identifying what they need to see them through the forthcoming season is a constant source of fascination for me. I mean, what happens to the clothes they already own? Do they honestly disintegrate and have to be binned or, more likely, are these women simply bullied by the fashion pack into believing that their existing stuff is so outdated they'll be laughed out of town for daring to wear something that isn't deemed bang-up-to-the-minute? ~ Vix from Vintage Vixen
Vix is right. If we're honest with ourselves, most of us first world dwellers do have something to wear. But the clothes always seem more desirable in someone else's (or some other style blogger's) closet.
(Warning: After the jump, I admit I practically stole candy from a baby. Stop here, and go do more productive things, like hug your own clothes.)
Re-mixing fun with Renfrew Collection shirt & Old Navy western style shirt with snaps!
I was also heavily influenced by Cameron from Modern Family, with the contrasting cuffs and collar.
I'm adding the plastic jools. I think Cameron would approve.
However, living out of a suitcase and a hospital drawer for months has given me a welcome reset of my clothing mindset. Having less makes me re-mix more - and bolder. Do I only have a clean striped skirt and floral top? Yep, so I'm wearing them together. And liking it.
This shirt has bendy wire in the collar and French cuffs.
A quick Internet search indicates this brand is a li'l pricey on eBay.
I paid $3.40 for it.
But I did think I needed a few things during my Sunday roam around a local Goodwill, courtesy of Goodwill Industries of Eastern North Carolina. I don't have much in the way of casual cold weather clothes. (Because I used to go to work in an office.) Fall is here, and the hospital is bitterly freezing.
Is this Dollhouse brand stretch denim thingie a dress or a duster? I vote both.
It makes me feel super badass which what is most important.
Pretty, shiny coral beads.
I'ma tell on myself here. As I approached the Goodwill cash register, where they keep all the jools, I saw a fresh-faced high school or college aged young woman holding the plastic coral beads shown above, and wondering if she should buy them.
I wondered if it would be okay to tap her with my cart to make her drop them. Exercising all of my impulse control, I looked at the other pretty, plastic shinys.
Then she put the necklace back. I promise I acted all cool, and waited approximately 27 seconds to quietly snag it. Then I heard her tell her friend, "I should have gotten that necklace but now that woman has it."
Hmmm, be nice and give it to her? Um, no, because I am that woman.
$25 also gets you a long secondhand clothes haul post. If you're still here, I promise I love you enough not to tap you with my cart to make you drop shiny stuff I want when we go thrifting together.
Bonus full confessional pic:
My other pair o' Crocs, duet Mary Jane style, ultra violet purple soles. I call them pillows for my feet.