I started shopping at the local Goodwill last year, when I needed to find props and costume pieces for a show. Since then, I have found so many fantastic things at this particular GW, it's just ridiculous. And I admit it, this GW has become my treasure-hunting habit.
Last week, I was looking through racks of dresses, when I noted a full-length, one-shoulder BCBG maxi dress. I considered it for a moment, then shrugged, and kept going. Two days later, this post appeared on one of my favorite blogs, Sisters in Black Frocks.
So of course, all I could think about was going back to see if the dress was still there. I stopped by this morning because I needed a costume piece for my acting class, and lo! The dress was still there. And it is mine, precious, mine.
Let me take a moment and point out the obvious: I take selfies. Sure, I could wait for JC to get home, and dig out his posh camera with the four-figure lens, and then have him tell me to just wander around, and then tell me I'm too stiff. Or, for a fraction of the time and quality, you can get the general idea with one of my blurred selfies.
Also, wow. I need to go over the mirrors again. I swear, I just did them in, like, January. Yeesh.
The dress is a thin jersey, and in person, doesn't look nearly so formal. I need to have the top taken in, the length shortened, and I also need to wear a strapless bra (I tried to cleverly hide the bra strap with my hair).
Also, I need to get off my can, diet down, and get rid of the last two weeks of post-show self-indulgent laziness. I have a wedding to attend in two weeks, and there is a pale pink vintage Versace dress that I am determined is going to fit over my ass.
|Blurred. I have a shaky trigger finger. But you get the idea.|
Speaking of Goodwill treasures, here is a purse I found there last week. $15.91, and in pristine condition. Normally, I am not a fan of Coach, at all. In North Georgia, every woman my mother's age is walking around with a metallic jacquard logo bag, and it's usually accompanied by bad footwear, and too-long toenails painted some obnoxious color that shouldn't be allowed outside South Florida.
Maybe it's the old Italian woman of my soul, but I saw this bag and really really really liked it. The lens really picked up the logo, but in person it is far more subtle. And the detailing on this bag is beautiful.