I remember it like it was yesterday – 1989. There I was an eighth grader who was mature curious large cement building located two blocks north of the Greyhound station. My curiosity would not chill out, so I went for it. I walked boldly to the building and when the door swung open, I felt scents that reminded me of the basement storage. I saw unique fashions, collectibles and the prices of pure greatness. Where was I? In a thrift store. Yes ladies and gentlemen – a store savings! I roamed

and bounced into the store to try the preppy blazers and wool miniskirts, happened to match my opaque tights and penny loafers. 8 bucks! Why not. Fait accompli!

Home When I got my mother and grandmother were in shock. “Where did you get those clothes? “I said proudly,” The traffic! “Their eyes bulging and they giggled. Why? Because they were in the sex of the retail. They worshiped the private shopping center shoes and handbags. I love my family, but their philosophy is

“You get what you pay for.” I was born with a strong sense of identity, their feelings did not discourage me. In fact, I became encouraged. I was so enamored by the experience qu’épargne shopping has become my new extracurricular activity.

To date, my love of thrifting has not changed and guess what? My mother and grandmother are still having sex at retail and they still laugh at me when I look nice, happy and beautiful all wrapped up in my thrifting activities. I’m glad I chose to lose my virginity thrifting!

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