In the spirit turning lemons (funeral) into lemonade (other people’s wonderful old clothes) I headed straight to Goodwill to lift my spirits. First hit the Jonestown Road, as per usual, then Clemmons.
Goodwill makes me ridiculously and almost unnecessarily happy. I think it is my favorite place in the whole world. It’s the thrill of the hunt, touching people’s old things. Not in a gross way. I average an hour per location, as I take my time talking myself in and out of buying things. In high school, I used to know when each of the 6 local goodwills had new items put out – and would visit each location accordingly, blowing a fraction of my Party City Paycheck on old man’s sweaters and shirts and bags. Fortunately, as I’ve gotten older, my taste has changed just a BIT. Now I’m a bit less BUY EVERYTHING AHHHHHH and a bit more, hmmm, do I want you, This Dress? Do I love you, or do I like you but would not wear you? Will I be laughed out on the street? Will I wear you for halloween?
This obviously, takes time.
After much deliberation, I did buy that one, and will refer to it going forward as ‘carpet dress’ or ‘crayola markers bold collection vomit dress.’ Also scored a teal sweater dress thing with bedazzled cat eyes on the shoulder, which I of course will ALSO never wear – but will enjoy petting in my closet.
All in all – 5 dresses, 3 skirts, a pair of a shoes and a purse – $30. Ahhh, it’s good to be home.