When we were little, my parents were really poor. Like, government cheese poor. My mom HAD to shop at thrift stores to keep up with all the growth that 3 children under 4 demanded. And now that I have my own children to provide for, God has blessed us so that I don't have to shop there, but I STILL LOVE TO!!!
I know some people, would avoid a thrift store like the plague, but I crave those days where I know I can just go and spend the time I want to!
Something about digging through tons of Junk to find that one jewel, that one diamond in the rough is therapeutic for me. I can't really do it all that much anymore because Vivia doesn't have the patience to sit through all the sifting that is all part of the process. I really do love finding that pair of Diesel Jeans, knowing I only paid $5. Or that shirt from Anthropologie that retails $98 and I paid under 10.
When you add it all up, you can argue that it does not make sense but here's my math:
Hourly rate that I charge clients (that I could be making if I chose to work that day) (Not telling, but I know it in my head...) $$$
Babysitter, $15
Gas to Drive across town to the best/cheapest one, $10,
Ann Taylor Kids dress (as seen on Vivia here) $1.91,
Afternoon at the Thrift Store... PRiceless.
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