I've been thrifting lately, too. If you come to visit me (and well you should!) I will take you to some gems. A friend took me once and I am hooked. Absolutely hooked. If I could, I would go every stinking day. I feel my insides get sort of restless and look around and say, isn't it thrift-o-clock yet? Don't we need more vintage skirts? Don't we don't we?
I mean, I found Prada shoes, my friends. Prada. And a long wool bright fushia pink skirt that will be my best friend come winter. And and and. Lots of stuff. When you get rid of your entire wardrobe because of its too-big-ish-ness, you need some new threads. And buying all those new threads, even on the cheap at my usual cheap joints, is pricey. Which is why I'm into four dollar shirts. And seven dollar dresses. (If those prices seem high for thrifted stuff, remember we are in Boston, after all. Those prices are miracles around here.) A bit of dry-cleaning or throwing it in the washer/dryer to get the old lady smell out, and we're good to go, folks. Good to go.
Some days I look down at myself and realize that everything I'm wearing is thrifted. (At least the outside layer ...) Those are fun days. I walk around feeling all sneaky and happy. Here's one of those outfits.