I've been feeling pretty lazy for the past couple days. I've cleaned the house top to bottom several times this week, but I just can't bring myself to clean the bedroom. The dirty bedroom usually consists of clean laundry that's been knocked off the bed onto the floor and shoes. That's all. Nothing major. But I just don't feel like doing it. I even piled all the stuff from the floor onto the bed and told myself that I can't go to sleep until all the clothes have been put away. That didn't work (like it usually does) I just threw everything off the bed into a nice neat pile in the corner of the room... and then onto the bed again.
My other Vixy leopard platform shoe is buried somewhere in there.
Today I was reminded of why I HATE thrift shopping in this darn town. There are four charity shops here and they all suck. Lemme break it down for you:
The Salvation Army has gone "upscale" so no more vintage anything. PLUS they got rid of their books before they moved to their new location, so now all that's left is crappy 1980s non-fiction and collectors series romance paperbacks.
Goodwill has gone "upscale" AND doubled their prices- so no vintage, and definitely no good deals.
The Domestic Violence Resale Shop closes before I've even had a chance to have my third cup of coffee.
Now, the Good Samaritan is a decent store. Very low prices... perhaps too low because the shop is dang near empty every time I go in there.
I went out today to look for a few clothing items for my trip to New York in June and all I came home with was a skirt, a purse and a Dionne Warwick record. That's actually one of the biggest thrifting purchases I've made in a long time. That's how bad these stores suck.
Enough about that. Heeeeeres me! Busty, busty me...
Shoes and skirt: hand-me-downs
"Guess what? I'm a making poopie..."
"You gonna get that, right?"