The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
I took The Teen to Plato’s Closet to buy a dress for a dance last weekend. As we were getting ready to check out, I spotted leopard print heels, almost new and clearly rarely worn. I put them on the floor, and put one foot in. The Teen put her foot in the other, and announced they’d be perfect with her dress for the dance.
I said, “Nuh-uh, I spotted them first, they are mine.” (Selfish thrifting mommy).
She replied, “But they are perfect for the dance, and so comfortable!”
So I [generously] said, because they were super comfortable, “Okay, you can wear them to the dance, but THEN they’re mine.” (Slightly less selfish thrifting mommy).
You can’t tell from the pics, but they are faux hide. They’re kinda like fake taxidermied heels. You can pet them. Seriously.
|Tan Foxcroft no-iron gingham blouse (thrifted $4); Merona guava berry skirt (Target); Vaneli pumps (thrifted $8); Skinny belt (I dunno); Necklace (Charming Charlies)|
|These shoes are made for petting and walking.|
|You can tell my coffee has kicked in.|
|Ready to kick the day’s butt.|
|Not really. I can’t even keep a straight face.|
|My wardrobe NEEDED these shoes.|
Ever gone thrifting with a friend or family member, and ended up wanting the same item?