A friend got me hooked on thrift stores about fifteen years ago. I am forever grateful, because I think it’s saved me a lot of money.
Then again, in the old days, you could find a lot more vintage clothes, so I also spent money I shouldn’t have. Here meaning size 4 Hawaiian dresses that I’ll never be able to cram into, let alone find someplace to wear. Not that I haven’t been tempted to change my style.
One of my closets, which is full of vintage clothes. Not all from thrift stores, and not all a size 4, thank goodness, but you get the idea.
Hey, I’m at the age where the adjective “crazy” has been generously replaced by “eccentric.” Woo hoo! Something good about getting older! A little wink and a knowing smile and a whisper: “She’s just eccentric,” and you can wear whatever you want to the supermarket, as long as you’re clothed in something.
Yeah. No naked food shopping, please. That’s not good at any age.
DO NOT CLICK THE VIDEO IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY BAD WORDS.
I was so excited about this song. It’s me. Except I’ve never “popped a tag” in my life. Nor has anyone ever called me a “cold ass honky,” that I know of. I am, however, totally "grandpa-style." I even have a sweater that belonged to my dad in the ‘50s. And his army jacket.
I’ve been trying to somehow meld my love of thrift stores with my writing, so, a few years ago, I came up with a reality competition show. I registered the synopsis with the WGA, but I suspect since it’s been floating around the ether for quite some time, a show very much like it will come up eventually. NOT BEING PARANOID. This stuff happens, dude.
Still, I’m considering pitching it again. If you know anyone in the biz, email me: info(at)wendydager(dot)com. It’s an idea whose time has come. Obviously. Or Macklemore’s video wouldn’t be so f-ing awesome.
Check out Wendy's kitschy novella, Thrift Me Deadly, which is about a thrift store-loving serial killer. Note: If you don't like bad words, then you're really not going to like this book.