Ann Taylor, you slut

I am addicted to the local resale shoppe (it’s spelled shoppe - which apparently means it’s in a different league than the other consignment shop? i dunno). There are days that my car just magically turns into the parking lot. Must resist the pull of the wheel…but all red tags are 50% off…it is beyond my will power…and there is a parking spot RIGHT THERE!!!!

I live in a nouveau-riche community, the type with McMansions and an abnormally high number of those pet boutiques that sell diamond studded dog collars. (Somehow my 1970s Tudor style apartment complex and a shabby Amoco snuck into the mix)

Anyways, the resale stores in the area are teeming with beautiful clothing that I would never buy first-hand because they are so very far from my current buying power. And after reading “Not Buying It: My Year Without Shopping” by Judith Levine (next post will be a review) I like to think that I am reducing my ecological footprint by buying something that might be “new” for me, but did not have to be made from scratch. (Green Cotton describes it a bit better than I can…)

I find myself making purchases and muttering, “Ann Taylor, J. Jill, Liz Claiborne…you are such sluts. And you’ve seduced me!!!!!” I am a resale pimp, and I have a lovely wardrobe to show for it. Hence, the $4.99 Ann Taylor skirt with the tags still on it:

W Magazine Article on Consignment Shopping

Can’t wait to hear about other people’s best finds…do tell…it’s the thrill of the hunt, you know!