The thrift fairies have been kind and I’ve scooped up a couple pretty, vintage blouses (from different places), and both happen to have a ruffle collar. This one is a nice linen, and the other is a soft, cotton gauze one. When I wear them, Ben jokes that I’m from colonial times, and I take that as a compliment.
Thrifting is so therapeutic for me, and I love that you never know what you’ll find. Also, I really love finding old discarded things to give them new life. I’ve had a couple hectic days these past few weeks, and I’ll take off when Ben comes home to go thrifting. The time alone helps clear my head and allows me to to press reset on all my emotions. And if I found something good, it definitely helps lift the mood even more. Anyone else feel similarly about thrifting? I’ll pick a thrift store over the mall any day.