Last weekend, I took advantage of what looked to be one of our last sunny days of summer to wear the silk Etro tunic I “rescued” from consignment earlier this season. The truth is that it’s not a super versatile garment, and I’m not entirely sure how to make it more so, given that what I assume to be its actual function (fancy beach cover-up) is useless to me, 99% of the time. Still, let it not be said that I don’t try. I did enjoy wearing it as a top, and I kind of wish that it was. (Although, I’m sad that half of the print can’t be seen when worn as such).
Here for comparison is how it looks “untucked”:
I’ve written about my compulsion to “rescue” closet “orphans” from consignment (and thrift) stores, and it has not abated. The problem arises when, as much as I may love them, they don’t really fit my style or wardrobe needs. This tunic is a case in point. It’s not so much that it doesn’t spark joy; I just don’t get to wear it enough to justify keeping it in my closet … if the goal is to have a purely functional wardrobe, rather than a “collection”. Since you guys are also familiar with my collecting tendencies, I’m sure you can appreciate my struggle here.
Lest my last post on thrifting mislead anyone, let me say: the thrifting gods are not perpetually smiling on me. There are weeks and sometimes months when I find nothing interesting, or at least nothing worth its own post. If I thrifted only for the results (and had expectations of hitting it out of the ballpark every time) … well, I’d give it up pretty quickly. As it happens, I enjoy the hunt as much as the spoils, which is why I’m not easily deterred by a lacklustre haul. Or a ten.
To give you a sense of what a more realistic thrifting experience might be, I thought I’d share some of the hits and misses of a few recent outings. First up, a brief overview of some of the misses – which certainly outnumbered the hits.
This was a cute silk dress, but not quite my style, and not something my wardrobe is crying out for. It could be a charming summer dress for someone else. At times like these, I wish I could play closet matchmaker. Alas.
I was tempted by this Velvet brand sweater dress, but it was the wrong size and, if I’m being perfectly honest, not really my style. Same story as above.
Here’s proof that I don’t just buy for the (designer) label. This Just Cavalli tee was just meh – a little bit dated, a little bit tired (aka used).
I have no idea if this (vintage?) Fendi bag was legit, but the poor thing was in terrible shape and reeked of cigarette smoke. It was still priced at $20, four times higher than the brand new, pristine Longchamp bag I found back at the beginning of August in the same store.
This Meadow Rue tunic broke my heart. One of my fave thrifting hobbies (sub-hobbies?) is finding Anthropologie pieces. I love the girly aesthetic but I can’t with the retail prices. Anyway, I totally would have bought this piece – it’s silk, lovely print, great colours for my wardrobe – but there was colour transfer all over the fabric, and I didn’t feel like taking a risk, even for $8.
Hopefully some braver soul will enjoy it. Sigh.
You guys, I really wanted these leggings. I know: a 35-year mother of two may not have any business wearing these, but I would have loved to rock them (mostly unironically) on weekends. Sadly, they were several sizes too small.
Now, for the hits:
I’m still buying up cheap “art”, both for my own projects and, in this case, for my mom. The matching bird prints on the bottom left ($3.50 each) were a gift for her. The print on the top left I bought solely for the lovely gold frame ($12.50), and plan to replace it with the portrait next to it ($6). I love the romanticism of Winterhalter portraits like this one. The Learning Japanese package ($10, brand new in box – can you say unwanted Christmas present?) was something my husband insisted I buy for him.
I also bought a black Tahari dress ($8) which, as is common for black dresses, photographs poorly on a hanger. I’m sure you’ll be seeing it on the blog very soon. It has a cute ruffle detail around the neckline, and an interesting adjustable waist tie. And by “interesting” I mean a bit perplexing. Will explain more later.
Last but not least, this beautiful Nanette Lepore dress was a true find. It was $20, which is on the pricey side, but it originally retailed for about $500, and the workmanship is superb. I rarely have reason to say that about mass produced clothes these days, but the embroidery and beading here are excellent. And it fits perfectly (although it’s a size 10, and I usually wear a 4, so the discrepancy is significant). The only downside of buying it was the dry cleaning drama that ensued (I’m exaggerating slightly), but I’ll save that tale of woe for another post.
Hit me up with your recent thrift finds in the comments!
Every year for my birthday, I like to treat myself to something. (I know. Just for your birthday, Adina? Well, something extra special, that is.) This year, I decided to make it an experience rather than a material item since, God knows, I have enough things in my life. I chose to give myself the “present” of a day full of music with two of my good friends. Yep, I went to Sonic Boom. And it was amazeballs.
Obviously, I wore clothes doing it, but that’s not really important. It was cold and wet most of the day (the sun came out for approximately 2 minutes while I took the outfit photo, and then called it a day – sayonara, sun), so all that anybody saw were my khaki field jacket and ginormous scarf. But, boy, did we have a lot of fun! See, it started like this …
… and went up and up and up from there. Sonic Boom was held at Borden Park this year, and since it was my first time, I can’t compare it to previous years; however, I liked the venue a lot, and had the weather been nicer, it would have had a great festival-type atmosphere. As it was, we still managed to have a TON of fun … notwithstanding that we were the oldest people in the mosh pit by well over a decade. Why were we in the mosh pit at all, you ask? Well …
Yes, dear readers, I died and went to heaven. This was my first opportunity to see Brandon Flowers in concert (solo or otherwise) and it blew away my expectations. I knew he would sound amazing live (because, per extensive YouTube, ahem, research, he always does) but I was not prepared for the stage presence and sheer entertainment value. Also, his hair really does look amazing even in real life. That’s some serious magic right there.
Anyway, there were other bands playing (including Hozier, who was also very good) but who are we kidding? I’m totally biased and I don’t care – BFlow forevah!
The next day, my girlfriends and I hit up Chinatown for some delicious dim sum, and I selfied in the lobby because it’s how I roll. My pals only rolled their eyes a little bit, and that’s why I love them. Just kidding. I love them because their middle name is Awesome (pronounced Oh-sow-mi because what else do you do at 2 o’clock in the morning after a great concert and a late night Denny’s run except come up with awesome pseudonyms … pun intended).
Anyway, after brunch, it was time to go back home to the munchkins and trade parental duties with my husband, who got to experience his own day of Sonic Boom fun (I hear Tenacious D killed it). Birthday fun for all!