I don't want to talk about politics.
I don't want to talk about the stress of buying a house from a family member (which is considerable).
I don't even want to talk about the few wedding decisions we have actually managed to make lately.
I'm a little stressed out, a lot tired, and fighting off varying levels of anxiety day by day.
So. Where does that leave us?
Well, last week I talked a lot about selfies, and self-confidence, and how I haven't repeated an outfit in now-nearly three months.
And that leads nicely into a question that I get a lot: where do I get my clothes?
The answer is, really, all over the place. I have an unhealthy love of ModCloth, first of all. But I also shop a lot at Target. And pick up the occasional piece at WalMart. I sometimes order a few things online. I frequent vintage stores, estate sales, yard sales, and have plenty of clothes that I've owned since college (and even high school). People give me clothing. I have, at this point, a quite literal clothing horde that I've accumulated over the years.
|Clockwise from top: |
button-up shirt from college, sweater from Target, vintage store dress, ModCloth dress, mini-dress someone gave me.
I love Goodwill. I love the possibilities. I love the fact that you might walk away with nothing, or with a whole new wardrobe for sixty bucks. I love that I got a brand new $70 skirt there this past weekend for $3.50. $3.50! I love the fact that there are so many buried treasures just waiting to be found hiding between hangers of 80s dresses (which, admittedly, could be a treasure to someone who is not me). I love how freaking cheap it is. I love the fact that it always turns into a weird internal rationalization and debate about what is and is not "worth it." I love that I turned down a pair of green heels this weekend because they were $8.
(Like, whoa. Let's have some self-control there, missy. $8 heels? Not on my watch. ... these $6 ones are cool, though.)
Goodwill is so very worth the effort, I believe. True, you have to be ready to spend time flipping your way through hundreds of hangers. And you have to be willing to try practically everything on (or at least 6 items at a time).
Note: it helps to have a significant other who sits outside the changing room and gives you the thumbs up nearly every time you open the door.
It also helps to know what you're ideally looking for. By this point, I know what I like. I know what generally looks good on me. I'm also drawn to certain colors, patterns, fabrics, and styles, so it's easy to quickly recognize something I'd potentially like as I'm skimming through the aisles. Polka dots? Absolutely. Bright orange? No. Pink Ladies jacket? Hell yes. 90s floral? ... Not on your life.
There's never any harm in trying something on. (Well, unless it's too small. We've all been there. No one wants to be the girl struggling alone in a dressing room to get out of a dress she had no business trying on in the first place.) Sizing aside, Goodwill is the absolute perfect place to take a risk. Nowhere else do you have the sheer variety of styles to experiment with. Why not take advantage of it? No one has to ever know that you tried on that bright green mini-skirt, unless of course it looks amazing on you.
|For example: I would not normally have tried this dress on. No regrets!|
And to answer a frequent follow-up question: yes, I would love to go shopping with you. You just can't let me buy anything.
... unless I really love it.