Here’s something I didn’t expect to miss about shopping for new clothes: air conditioning. And cleanliness. Oh, and dressing rooms.
It turns out my boring dress was perfect for the heat. And I even found thrifty clothes for yoga class. Now to shop for a weekend of drinking — I mean, hiking.
I tried to punch up this thrift store dress with braided hair, huge earrings, and bright red lipstick, but it still bores me to sleep. The reaction in my office: crickets chirping.
I was feeling really positive about my latest thrift-store outfit. That was before I accidentally melted the blouse with my iron.
My first thrift store ensemble is a huge hit, and prompts a lively chat about used underwear. Plus, I still need sneakers.
Grist dared me to wear nothing but thrift store clothes for a week. Dresses? No problem. Shoes — well, that’s another story.
Accepting Grist’s dare, I vow to wear only secondhand clothes for a week. Goodbye, Bloomingdale’s. Hello, Salvation Army.