This is me.
This is me in the hallway.
This is me in the hallway wearing my new thrifted sweater.
This is me in the hallway wearing my new thrifted sweater and the scarf that I thrifted for my husband.
I stole it from him.
I was cold.
The sweater was $2, but it was a 50% off sale day, so I snatched it up for $1. (What you can't see is the perfect scalloped edging on the hem.) After seeing 'the sweater I've been looking for forever' on the rack, I jogged over to my mother to show her my treasure. She was chatting with another thrifter.
"Mom, look at this great sweater I found!" I said.
"Wow, that is nice." she replied.
The fellow thrifted smiled, then beamed really, and said, "I just donated that sweater last week!"
How often do you get a chance to thank the donator of your new favorite thrifted item?
I never had.
But I did.
(That's Charlotte running by in the corner. She never slows down, not even for pictures.)