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Years ago when Birkenstocks became fashionable once again I vowed to never jump aboard that bandwagon, but eventually I fell prey to the comfort and the ease and since then I've owned several pair of Birkies. So when Crocs became fashionable I should have known better than to say, "I'll never wear Crocs!" I held out for a long time, until last Thursday I found this pair of almost brand-new red Mary Janes at my favorite thrift store ever for $1.79. I couldn't resist the price. Now I can't resist the comfort. I can't wait for the next foot fashion to come along... I know I'll say, "I'll never wear that!"





last Saturday we went garage saling, and tonight we "experimented" with one of our finds: an electronic dartboard that we purchased at a garage sale meant to raise funds for a cheerleading squad. At this phenomenal sale we bought this electronic dartboard, 3 hardcover books, and a crapload of scrapbooking supplies for a measly $5. Here we are teaching Jack to play darts in the most unsafe fashion imaginable. He's as enthusiastic as can be expected, but doesn't quite grasp the concept of the game: "Mommy, I'm Legolas and you're an orc!" Run! Run for your life!



Today's thrifting was all about me. Here's my new Animal t-shirt, which Jack outwardly covets.



The embroidery on the back of a t-shirt. The front is embroidered, too.



A kicky dress I'll wear to Molly's Cinco de Mayo party tomorrow night.



Detail and fabric close-up of a handmade nightie. Yes, thrifting makes me happy.



Detail of an Indian-made (dot, not feather) cotton dress.

Comments

Momma_Dee said…
Cute crocs. Just your style.
Gnightgirl said…
I've yet to get on the Croc wagon, too busy coveting the Keens I bought last year. Maybe this will be MY year of the Crocs too; love the red ones.

I helped Bob with a garage sale today; he sold his dear-departed mother's dresses, some of which she wore 60 years ago. GORGEOUS vintage dresses...the lady from Dandelion vintage resale came to the sale and bought 58 dresses, and 45 coats....for $75. No one else even batted an eye at them. We were happy they were going on to homes where someone would love them.
shy_smiley said…
so you ladies can't tell the crocs are a size too big? with crocs I really don't think it matters.

I remember Bob and his amazing garage sales. What was his haul? Yours? I haven't fallen for Keens yet; maybe because one of the kids in my class wears them and she's CONSTANTLY taking them off and I'm CONSTANTLY trying to wrestle them back on her tiny feet. But if ever I find a pair of Keens at the thrift store, you bet your bottom dollar I'll buy 'em.
Mim said…
Love the Mary Jane Crocs. And I'm sooo excited to find your blog again. I kept wondering were you went. I should have just asked gnightgirl. I'm also excited to know that you are a fellow thrifter. Although I'm jealous of your thrift finds. Mine are never that good.

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So many reasons it's been a long time since we took the boys out thrift store shopping. Yesterday, Tuesday, both of us had a full day off to spend as we pleased.


First we ate at Chaffin's Diner. They seated us in the less-dinery back room, which ended up being a good thing because we sat directly beneath a fan and didn't notice so much the heat. E drank decaff coffee with cream. I didn't notice sugar. Decaff, like his Uncle D. Coffee, like his Mimi.



We hit Shop for a Cause first, where the boys found nothing and subsequently sulked.



Next we pulled into the Humane Society Thrift Store, which I haven't visited in a long time. Historically I haven't found anything there.



Today we hit the treasure jackpot.



A $2 Ziploc bag containing the comprehensive plastic presidential contingent from Washington through Eisenhower.



Of course E had them ordered in a matter of moments.



Finally we escaped the store with a trove of treasures (more than I've found in one place in …

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Sometimes I dream of operating a food truck specializing in gourmet wok-popped popcorn.

wotd: temporize

temporize \TEM-puh-ryz\, intransitive verb:
1. To be indecisive or evasive in order to gain time or delay action.
2. To comply with the time or occasion; to yield to prevailing opinion or circumstances.
3. To engage in discussions or negotiations so as to gain time (usually followed by 'with').
4. To come to terms (usually followed by 'with').

It's easy to tell yourself that you'll write a daily blog entry using the word of the day from dictionary(dot)com as a prompt, and equally easy to temporize your daily entry by waffling over what to write about, or evading your obligation by procrastination. There. Bedtime.