Wrap dress? Maggy London, thrifted
Trench? Mackage, Winners
Wristlet? Coach, bridesmaid gift
There was a sad time a few weeks ago when I thought my thrifting luck was running out. And the thought frightened me because my conversations with friends start out with the cat summaries ( F.Y.I., Kyle is looking even fluffier lately, Stella is being very cuddly/slutty and B.E.C. ate the tulle hem off a skirt this weekend) and end with the thrift round-up. What can I say? You want to be my friend... If I lost my magic thrift powers, I would have nothing to wear and nothing to say. And girls' night would be awkward if I was naked and silent.... but it's a moot point because I'm back in the game... taking names, kicking ass. The turning point was finding this dress ... If silk is first base, leopard print is second and the wrap styling is third base; then finding the dress in my size was a home run. And getting it for $5 is like a double scoop waffle cone after the game... an ice cream cone that you deserve because you ran around the bases and burned those calories.
Wow... I'm throwing around the sports metaphors like someone's trying to steal home... too much? I'm done, I promise.