Yeah. That's right.
I told myself if it was under $3, I'd get it for shock value and to wear for New Years. EVERY New Year. And may be for Halloween, when I want to go as the Disco Ball. It's a Robert Ribkoff cardigan, (he's somebody fancy!) in silver, with silver sequins, all scrunched up.
And, I'm a little hesitatant to post this, but, how do we feel about shortalls?
With boots? And a belt? Or no belt? I know, the overwhelming opinion is probably "no shortalls", but it's too late. $5 got them AND the cardigan, and some unsuspecting public, somewhere, soon is going to be subjected to me wearing shortalls. Brought to you by Chip and Pepper (Jesse and Google told me they're somebody, so I did a little brand whoring unknowingly).
The side view is decidedly less farmer like. You know, cause it looks like shorts. May I'll just scoot up to people sideways when I wear it. And wear it I will. I also figure if I can't ever bring myself to leave the house in either the Disco Ball Shirt or the shorticals, I can Ebay them.
There was also the most amazing vintage cat, wooden, the kind you pull, and it rolls, and the little paws move.. But this little kid had it, and wouldn't give it up. I heard his mother say he could have anything if he behaved (awesome tactic, BTW, I mean, you're at a thrift shop, you could let your kid clear out the ENTIRE toy shelf and be out $20). I suggested Jesse go distract his mother while I snuck up on him from behind the dishes rack and snatched the cat, but Jesse reasoned sensibly (ugh) that it would be frowned up.
So, I left sulking, but called later -super creepy stalker like - to find out if they sold a wooden cat to a little blond boy -and!- the cat might still be there. Ha. May be he didn't behave well enough after all! Another trip is in order. In a related story, I am the sort of person who bargains at thrift shops, creeps behind small children, and calls obsessively afterwards stalking a 40 year old wooden toy I have no business buying in the first place. I know this. I am working through it.
Finally, at a Garden Grove G-Mart (My favorite!) I got seriously thwarted. As I was trying Jesse to try on a Banana Republic shirt that he thought was hideous and that I thought was a beautiful, attractive, sexy purple, I saw this woman's cart - full of dresses. New dresses, with tags. I'm sure they were all my size. There was one I was a little determined to snatch out of her cart while she was on her phone (it's a theme, I know, I need therapy) but she got off the phone and eyeballed me disapprovingly eyeballing her cart before taking off towards the registers. Gr. Seriously, a full cart of Macy's tags. What is she going to do with all those dresses? So, of course, by the time I made it to the dress rack, there was nothing there for me. I'm convinced it was that chick's fault.
Jesse finally agreed to one of my offerings/picks, a different Banana Republic shirt,
with a lot less (none) purple, so I left him alone to brand whore for random Brooks Brothers blazers and the like, and over by the linens/dishes I found
1. An old Bavarian plate. 49c. Love!
2. A bin of fabrics, By The Bolt, $5.99 O.M.G.
I always read jealously about people making muslin mock ups of their patterns, but I've always been too cheap to buy said muslin. I mean, even at $1.99/yd - which it wasn't - it adds up. I now have several kilometers of this stuff. I can cut out patterns, write on it, modify, cut more, fail, try again, rinse, repeat, like 80,000 times. I can even try to make my own patterns.
The second bolt wasn't quite as large, but there's quite a bit of fabric on there - may 15 yards - possibly more - dark red raw silk. Need I say more. Can you have too many dresses made out of raw silk? I don't think so, but I will find out.