I like clothes. I like clothes a whole, whole lot. Last summer, I pledged to stop buying clothes and sew myself one outfit a week in order to revamp my wardrobe. Well, nursing school came along and put a stop to that. I ended up shopping for basics and a few things I felt like I needed in order to feel human in lectures and at work. Purchasing scrubs does not constitute shopping, let me assure you of that.
With summer in my rear view mirror and lectures and clinical rotations up ahead, I spent a day thrifting with the boyfriend, and it was a blast! We hit up spots in the beach communities looking for nothing in particular. I tend to be a difficult person to thrift with because I will spend HOURS in the book section. That's right, baby. I love books! I picked up a few that day (not nearly as many as I get when we're at the dollar bookstore, though -- that's another post for another day), but I got way more clothes and accessories than books.
I picked up this dress at a Goodwill. It's so summertime that I couldn't resist putting on my flower headband along with it.
Here's a shot of that hair up close, just in case you were wondering how much I was feeling myself that day. My hair is actually in my new favorite hairstyle in this pic. I did my twists as usual (part flat twist, part two-strand twist) then I curled the ends up in bantu knots. The coils that resulted were oh so springy. I love love love this look. It gives me short and fun without an actual cut. Yay!
The blazer and sandals are mine, but those jeans and that pretty, soft pink tank came from my thrifting expedition. I think the boyfriend tried to veto this shirt, but my power of persuasion kicked in.
Another jeans/jacket/tank combo (and yes, I am in the bathroom at work). Jeans, jacket and shoes are mine. That tank came from a Goodwill. It has an applique detail along one side of the neck and I wanted it as soon as I walked in the door. It was hanging on a nearby mannequin, and the boyfriend promptly snatched it off. Needless to say he likes it too.
This tank says "When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty." The boyfriend picked this out for himself. It was a t-shirt, and when we got back to my place he cut the sleeves off and intended to make it a gym shirt. It ended up fitting him "more snugly" than he liked, so it is now mine. Power to the people.
This little gem sparked quite the debate in the racks. I was convinced this was a dress, and the boyfriend insisted it was a "long shirt." Apparently men don't use words like "tunic." Anyhow, we got home and I did the whole "if you can bend over in it without showing everybody your goods" test then threw on these leggings and now I've got an outfit. Everybody wins!
My thrifting adventure was so much fun. I got a bunch of other stuff I haven't yet been photographed in (like a gorgeous peach tulip dress, a cute brown and white striped jacket with puff sleeves, a cool knit purse and various dangly earrings), and I cannot WAIT to go again. Not sure if the boyfriend feels the same way. Hahaha.
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