As I've complained about before (too much probably) I rarely have luck thrifting here in Los Angeles. I'm spoiled I guess, having grown up in the midwest where everything is vintage and everything is just a few bucks. Still, every once in a while I crave it and try again.
Back in the small town land of cornfields, I used to go thrifting several times a week. Daily even. In fact, in high school I volunteered at our local thrift store just so I could be the very first to sort the donations. This was before eBay or Etsy so this was purely for my own vintage addiction.
So today I found myself at a thrift store with my two boys in tow. Thrifting with kids is totally unlike thrifting alone. You can't wander around carefully mining for jewels. I've developed a method of thrifting with them. It is my "walk the aisles as fast as possible and get the hell out of there before the kids freak out" method. This means I only stop if something really grabs my eye and even then I have only two seconds to decide if I'm going to take it with me or not. It is like impulse thrifting.
This skirt caught my eye on my way to the checkout and it followed my "under $10" only rule so I grabbed it. Didn't even look it over much because my littlest guy was at his melting point. I quickly looked for a tag and didn't find one so I figured it must be handmade. It was a wrap skirt so size didn't matter to me so I added it to the books my son had picked out.
On the drive home I was writing a blog post in my head and was planning on writing something about how the skirt I picked out reminded me of an Etsy seller whose skirts I've long wanted to get.
When I got home and actually really looked at it (I hadn't even noticed the Red Riding Hood/Wolf) I realized not only did it "look like one of those skirts from that Etsy seller" but it IS one of those skirts. This one.
Turns out Hannah lives in Los Angeles too and is a bit thrifting/vintage obsessed as you can see here in her house tour. So now I'm chosing to believe that she put it there. That she sprinkles her skirty magic around otherwise crappy thrift stores. Yeah, okay, probably not. Admittedly, I feel a wee bit guilty for finding this skirt thrifted, like I owe her $ or something. Or maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to have to buy another one.
So I am no longer going to complain about thrifting here. I have renewed faith. And next time I'll go alone, because even though my impulse thrifting worked out this time I can't help but wonder what I missed in the aisles I didn't even go down. Next time. Next time.