Living in a college town has all sorts of benefits. A revolving-door population means quick turnaround on a number of things — including used goods. And with two young-ish kids, we frequently have a quick turnaround on things as well, especially clothes. A pair of pants or sweater that fits one day suddenly doesn’t — ends up getting donated.
One day, as I was hauling a few garbage bags full of stuff to donate to the thrift store, I decided to venture inside and browse. My mother in law has had great success with thrift shopping, sending us boxes of clothes for the kids a few times a year. My daughter currently owns 24 pairs of pants (not including the ones that don’t quite fit yet), most of them thanks to Gam. Anxious to try my luck, I went inside.
I scored a couple sweaters for my son, and a set of Hello Kitty pajamas for my daughter (for whom the word obsessed isn’t even strong enough). Each item was no more than $2.
Venturing over to the women’s clothing, I was drawn to a couple of sweaters. I inspected them for signs of wear, such as stains or fray and found none. I also noticed designer tags in one and a price tag of $8 to match. I was disappointed that it was marked up due to the designer name, but bought it anyway.
At home, I cut off the price tags and was about to dump the sweaters into the washing machine when I noticed a small tag on the side seam of the second sweater, from which all other tags had been removed. RLL. It appeared I had purchased two of the designer’s sweaters — one for $8 and another for $1.50.
I could get used to this thrifting thing. I might even pick up some new furniture.