Showing posts with label Thrifty Finds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thrifty Finds. Show all posts

Monday, September 26, 2011

Steals and Deals



Yesterday’s trip to the Salvation Army (Camp Hill, PA) was fruitful, but not for shirts and pants. Typically, I never find shoes that I like there. This time was the exception.

My search for shirts proved to be disastrous. Either all the shirts that were too large or I picked out things that I had no business trying on. It’s never a good thing when you try to put something on and your head and one arm gets stuck. My eyes were definitely were not working. LOL


I ended up flailing around with my arms waving about like an idiot. I’m pretty sure that I was muttering swear words. It’s never good when you hear fabric rip. Thank god, they don’t have cameras in the changing rooms. I’m pretty sure I would have won money from America’s Funniest Home Videos. Ugh! If you could pictures a Tyrannosaurus Rex trying on tiny midget clothes, that's what I looked like. I think I was also making RAWR sounds too.
 

So let’s talk about my shoes that I got. Here’s the thing whether you like it or not fall is upon us. Get ready for the temperature to go down. (Yes!) But what does that mean? That means I can stop shaving my legs so much, and I don’t have to have my toes painted every second of the day.
 

I actually hate having my feet covered, but if I have to have my toes locked up and under wraps, then I guess I can do it in these shoes.
$7.99 are you out of your mind? Yes, yes I am.

Yes, I had to have the pirate flag as the back drop.


$5.99 still had original tags on it.
Dr. Scholl's


 Both shoes are genuine leather. Score for me. Usually I don't buy leather, my dogs like it too much.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Steals and Deals

I frequent the thrift shops often because I love cheap clothes. I don't mean I like clothes that don't hold up, but I'm hard on my clothes. If I'm not falling down my driveway ripping jeans, I'm running into the corners of doors or tables and tearing holes in my shirts. Plus any time I have a nice pair of shoes, Jada, supposedly the good dog, gnaws on them.

Ryan would say to me, maybe you should put your things away and that wouldn't happen, or maybe you should look where you're walking. I would agree that opening my eyes and putting my shit away would work. But I'm not organized, and I don't walk with my eyes.

Before I delve into my finds from Community Aid, (thrift store in Mechanicsburg, PA), I must first tell you about the clothes that I wear. I have pretty much three separate categories of clothes, work clothes, evening and weekend clothes, and around the house clothes. Yeah, I own a few nice dresses for weddings and such, but pretty much everything else falls into the three categories.

1. Work Clothes. These are the clothes I wear Monday-Friday, if I decide to work a full week. Pretty Plain Jane, but hey, it's work. Nothing too revealing and of course no boobs showing! I know I wear the same things week in and week out. There have been times that I've worn the same shirt twice in a week. I didn't mean to do it! I just saw a clean shirt in my closet and slapped it on.

I've had a dramatic drop in the amount of work shirts I wear to work. With my tattoo, shirts that would normally be ok for work have ceased to exist. This then leads me to shop more. But the more I go to the store, the more tops I find for non-work purposes. Which then leads me to shop more. Vicious cycle. So vicious.

2. Home Clothes. Miss-matched stuff. Hot pink sweat pants, wacky lounging dresses. Workout clothes fall into this category as well. I wear them even though I don't really work out. I do try to go out in public with these on sometimes. Ryan will usually try to step in and stop me from doing so. He'll say are you really wearing that? I'm like yeah? Ummm....Silence.

3. Going Out Clothes. Shirts that have funny sayings and ones that show a lot of cleavage, not necessarily on the same top. I can't help it. My boobs are the size of your head. You say to yourself, but wait I have a really big head. Well, I say to you, my boobs are still bigger than your really big head. I didn't ask for them, believe me. Any shirt or blouse that has even an inch of a V-cut shows off my boobs and a cavernous amount of cleavage. I do have a few skirts I wear; all of them not appropriate for the work place. Plus, my legs are always too bruised or cut up to be wearing skirts at work.

Pair this up with some gaudy jewelry
and some black boots. We will have a
Winner!
If I didn't have a tattoo this
would be a work shirt










All jokes aside, I'll have to show you my steals from the thrift store. I know that I made out because the one dress is normally priced at $69.50! How do I know this you ask? The stinking dress still had the tag on it.
I got it for $10.00.
I spent a total of $21.00 on everything.
Score.