This Post Brought To You From A Thrift Store Dressing Room.

 
GUUUUUURRRRRRRLLLLL (no, I didn’t buy them, but considered it)

Last weekend I had more than a bit of an anxiety attack over the fact that one of the two pairs of pants I arrived to the Pacific North West with was starting to wear out in the crotch.

I’m nothing if not pragmatic.

So I finally had a chance to make it out to a local thrift store, and after a bit of humoring the idea of taking home some godawfully hideous stuffed animals-

I finally got to the task at hand.

If wonder if people ever know what an ordeal it is doing breathing exercises and centering meditation and whatever to get over anxiety of getting publicly called out as “the tr*nny in the thrift store women’s section” or whatever. Weathering looks of pity and disgust as you hopelessly navigate the needlessly esoteric sizing guidelines of women’s pants. Store staff becoming suddenly *very* interested in you and whether or not you need help, eyeing you in an eerily similar way to the way they’d watch a shoplifter.  Feeling this ominous suffocating cloud drift down when you enter the aisle, anticipating that moment when someone finally vocalizes that JESUS SAYS YOU DON’T BELONG HERE.

And then after 10 minutes of hyperventilating, you find yourself so lightheaded you are physically incapable of giving a fuck. Perfect mood for shopping.

So then, loaded with entirely too many pants and too many cute shoes and accessories, you go to try them on. The dressing room is an epic novella of tragedies and triumphs.

Because I look like someone who’s opinions on clothes you should take seriously. Obviously.

In hindsight, I maybe should have included some shots of the hilariously awful, poorly fitting things I’d found, but screw that I wanna show you a few things that look cute. Like first of all, I now have a hat that matches the scarf I wore into the place. I’m one of *those* people now.

Yes I’m wearing a hat from a thrift store. Shut up.

So like, is houndstooth becoming a thing again? I’m seeing it *everywhere* and I kind of seriously love it. One of my favorite dresses has a similar pattern.

But anyway yeah, I found some pants, and how. I found several amazing pairs, ad no longer have to worry about having nothing to wear if a pair wears out. But, I’m actually super stoked about this pair:

Seriously, I just actually found a pair of the same kind of pants I always drew Agenesia from Why I’m Not An Artist wearing, and oh my glob they are the actual best thing. They’re super comfy, hug my hips perfectly and have the perfect amount of flare at the end of the leg. I want to be buried in these pants.

All in all, I wound up spending more than I probably should have, but omg everything was half-price so at least value or something?

Who am I kidding I am the actual worst at money, but at least the pants crisis was averted.