Thrift Store Adventures

When President’s day rolls around and you’re faced with a 50% off discount on already amazing prices, you go and get a butt load of clothes for half price.

I have always loved second hand clothes. A lot of people prefer the brand new, fresh off the rack items. I simply cannot justify paying full price for something that most likely doesn’t have the craftsmanship to withstand the abuse I will put it through. People always ask me “where on earth do you find your amazing clothes?” Simple, I know how to shop second hand.

I’m amazed there’s not yet a sizeably recognized Christian Sub-Religion based off Animism. If there was, I would identify with it very hastily. My reason for buying second hand is because I feel almost everything has feelings. A spirit or energy if you will. Before you go writing me off as a wack job, let me just say this. I would rather wear a dress that some woman had her best memories in, then a mass produced brand new garment that hasn’t yet been broken in. When I see a dress that a woman had in her closet get thrown away upon her death, something in me mourns. It’s much like this for almost all things. Cars, stuffed animals, plants and even books. I have always felt an attachment to once loved and discarded items. Maybe this is why half my closet is full of the clothes of dead women.

I feel happy when I adorn an evening gown that I know her husband loved most. And I feel just as professional in the suit that got her that teaching job. All I am saying, is each article of clothing I own has a dearly loved story and has seen more things than it can ever say. These reasons are why I thrift, and do not spend hundreds on repops.

Do you enjoy second hand clothing? Do you have a favorite outfit? Tell me about it below!

XOXO Sweet Baby Cadillac