It dawned on me last night while everyone was sleeping soundly, with my frequent thrifts and sales I might appear to some as a bit of a shop-a-holic. Hmm...do I dare burst that bubble. I abhor shopping. Retail therapy is far from relaxing for me. I am more of a staples kind of gal.
For instance, last week at my husbands dinner party a fellow guest explained how excited she was to have her new three hundred dollar jeans. Immediately I began to compute how many vintage finds I could possess with that amount. Seriously, that is nearly my six month budget for flea marketing.
I would call my fashion style Granimals. Remember those? Solid color t-shirt, cardigan and jeans. If I need to spiff it up I'll add a vintage brooch.
Vintage "thrifting, sales, markets" that is not shopping. It is treasure hunting.
Saving the past. Reusing, recycling, budgeting....
My day spent thrifting is always budgeted (unless there is piece I must have and it hasn't happened yet).
Usually only going once or twice a week.
Constantly sorting and sending items in and out.
While I have no plans to ever purchase a pair of ridiculously priced jeans...and yes I stood there thinking my goodness that is price of an amazing piece of antique furniture that you could pass down from generation to generation.
I assure you the one thing I have no problem buying and paying full price for is great fabric. Don't even get me started on why it is okay to do that!
My total for today...$24.57
Uncle Wiggly was a gift from the dealer.