We celebrated my older brother’s (who’s actually in the background vacuuming. Shh, he doesn’t know he’s in the pic) and my birthday together last Saturday. Which, of course, means I have all this cash I need to burn as quickly as possible. X-)
It was fate that we should happen upon the same area as my favorite thrift store in town. And boy did I score.
|I’ve finally been dressed and at home in the daytime in order to use the natural light for this picture. I really need
to get a mirror in my room.
I found Aeropostel (is that how you spell it? I always get it wrong. Haha) jeans for $2.99 and a cute floral tanktop from Forever 21 for $1.99. I was in thrifty heaven.
Okay. Problems: I could barely fit into the jeans in the dressing room. And frankly, it’s the most ridiculously hilarious thing to see, someone trying to squeeze themselves into a pair of tight jeans. But, being the girl that I am. . . I was not going to let that half an inch of space between button and hole stop me. I wriggling, suck in, jumped, and stretched to make them fit. Good thing no one was waiting for me.
Another problem I encountered was that they were a smidgen too short. Which is very, very knew for me since I’m tiny. Which is also what the girl at Victoria Secret said, but for a whole other reason. Let’s not go there.
I figured, of course. Hey, it’s almost summer! I rolled up the cuffs, going sixties. And viola!
The tanktop is nice quality, not thin and see through. But I can tell the last owner got her arm stuck in it, by the way the left armpit is a little stretched. Because of the material, I’m able to simply twist the tanktop to the left a little bit, without it looking awkward, to keep it from puffing out at the side. A black tube top underneath too, or even a cami, will fix any peek-a-boo-there’s-a-bra-under-here issues that might come up.
I love that the tanktop is a little floppy and not form fitting. These are my favorite kind, they’re so comfy. And also, because the tight pants give me a muffin top. I’ve found that one way to get around this being too visible is by wearing a loose shirt, tucked into the pants. You can see I’m doing that a little in the picture.
And there ya have it. My five dollar outfit. Sure, I can’t do squats, as my kindly vacuuming saint of a brother pointed out to me, as he squatted up and down in his basketball shorts with a smirk on his face as if to boast what I’m missing. But I can walk, run, and sit, just not cross-legged. No one has to know. And hey, the pants look good on me too. Just look at that nice curve I’ve got going on. =-P
I guess the lesson we learn from this is thrift shopping involves some compromises, just like any relationship.