It's just me--serenity b.
I seem to keep having crises of identity in all my forum affairs, but I am persistant, so here I yam.
Anyhoo--I just wanted to say I wish we could all get together and go thrifting.
My friend and I have this "thing"--kind of a game we play when we go thrifting, and the idea is to find a "thing" and purchase it. The only qualification is that is must be really weird, perhaps not even having any identifiable purpose. It started with a hairy poncho that I made her buy.
And I don't mean furry, and I don't mean knit--I mean this "thing" looked like black and silver "hairs".
Durned if it didn't look good on her, too.
(I told her in the store if she couldn't make it work in an outfit, she could always wear it to a carnival parade.)
But it looks great on her, anyhow.
And oh man--I just threw away a pair of plastic pink light up flip flops--they might have been a gift from you, Sharon--I'm not sure--but I decided not to donate them because I wore them to the corner drug store the other day, and it was a really hot day--and between the hard rubber (or plastic?) they burned my feet!
Pretty bad too--so now I have four blood red scabs, two one each foot, and I made it worse by going swimming and oy--I have to stand in a wedding on the 3rd.
It should be fine by then, though, unless I blow myself up ala Wile E. Coyote in the interim.
*shaking my head*
Honestly. My sister just keeps looking at me in disbelief wondering what I'll do to me next.
But yep. Thrift stores are cool beans--but beware of plastic shoes in the heat.