
this outfit is entirely thrifted.
i’m wearing…
blouse – thrifted, vintage
tank – thrifted
skirt – thrifted, vintage
boots – thrifted, vintage 9 west (score!)

i have a confession to make…
i didn’t actually wear this out…anywhere. not even to the mailbox or over to 7 eleven for a cup of coffee.
gasp! i know…
i woke up pretty early on saturday to hit up some garage sales (yes, i know…i was supposed to be on a thrifting freeze, but i have an evil twin that i haven’t told you about and she’s the one who spends all our money, eats all the oreos in one sitting, dances drunk on the bar, hits the snooze button three times every morning, and has road rage.) she is a pain in the ass.
anyway, i planned to wear this outfit, but as i walked down the carpeted stairs and onto the smooth tile of the kitchen floor, i damn near fell on my ass. and if you’re a garage sale-goer, you know slippery bottomed shoes just won’t do. in order to get to the 50 cent reader’s digest books, vhs copies of cocoon, kitschy lawn ornaments, and silver frames…you have to wear a good rubber soled shoe that will allow you to run past and shove through all the old biddies.
(i actually bought 4 reader’s digest books. they’re VINTAGE! don’t judge.)

dude, honestly, hardcore garage sale folks are looney tunes.
my first stop was an estate sale. what is it about a garage or driveway full of cheap crap and used goods, that cause manners to disappear and grown adults to act like pigs fighting to get to the trough?
true story about the estate sale…
a van pulls up, a woman jumps out, she’s got her game face on.
no joke, she scans the contents of the garage, then asks about the furniture for sale in the house…when they tell her she has to be escorted in, she scoffs under her breath, heads back to the van and says (in a snotty tone), “glad i wasted my time on this one.”
wtf?!
lady…what were you expecting?
funny thing is, she wasn’t the only person who made snarky, rude comments about the contents of the sale.
early birds aren’t effin around, okay?
you better have your best shit out or else.

moral of the story. garage sale-ing is a sport. before the adventure…you better eat your wheaties, do some stretches, stock up on hand sanitizer, and be prepared to get in a cat fight over a bruce springstein cassette tape or milk glass vase.
cuz it’s bananas.
ps. i’m thinking about putting the skirt in the shop.
anyone interested?
let me know.
oh! and don’t forget about the discount i’m offering!
20% OFF WITH CODE “MOUSEVOX” (at checkout)
happy tuesday.
xo
paige
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