Nothing gives me a natural high quite like a successful thrift store haul. Part of it is the satisfaction of hunting to find what you want, and the pleasure of an unexpected find. This morning I went thrifting and I fell madly in love with three pieces:
This summer I'm suddenly into pale blues and grays. Go figure.
I needed jeans. I wore my only pair down to the threads... and I still wear them. So this pair is a replacement. The dress? It's summer.
Do I really need a calico print purse? No. But I couldn't resist.