Lace Meets Thrift
When I was small, my mother-women not only ensured that I was properly clothed, but that I knew where each garment came from. And that they had hunted for each piece. And that they had selected those shorts and that choker specifically for me. And that they had outsmarted the material world by using two coupons before Black Friday was a thing.
All of their efforts shaped my spending and splurging habits today. If ever I have a spare rain-infested noontime, I venture to local thrift stores to hunt for various threads for me and my babe.
Seldom do I feel the need to splurge at a mall where every little thing looks and feels the same, made in multiples. I know some can never imagine stepping into a charity-run store, and perusing the sometimes smelly racks for hours. Maybe some envision the old biddy that brought it in, or see these garments as hand-me-downs. I see them as an opportunity to to nab a one-of-a-kind while recycling material I’ve brought with me, reusing items, and giving back to said charity. Shopping small businesses and local is groovy as is shopping a one-woman biz like Kenia’s “vintage and modern must-haves” online boutique, Retro Rhapsody.
During secondary school, a friend lived in hand-me-downs, and when we finally got our hands on babysitting money, she spent every last cent on clothing. To this day, her closet bulges with items she may never wear but that she spent top dollar for. How we develop our spending habits is so interesting as is how we choose to adorn our bodies!
Admittedly my closet bulges; I’ve taken over my son’s closet with vintage finds, too. Believe me, I am embarrassed at the amount of material I own. Aye, that thrill of finding a vintage Chanel tweed pencil skirt will never be curbed. My lens loves a most unique top paired with trousers that may have already lived several lives before I was even thought of. I see the stories, the history of each garment. I feel the layers worn by others that I can now trot ’round in a way they may have gasped or gawked at. It isn’t necessarily artistic, but I deem it a creative expression of how I am feeling that morn.
Perhaps equally imperative is that on my dime budget, I can still conjure up many moods and outfits without the guilt of breaking my wee fam’s bank. It is luxurious to come home with a bag to the brim of one-of-a-kind gems I will launder and give new life to!
And here are the most recent gems I’ve brought home this week: