Silk Calvin Klein blouse? Thifted. Vintage khaki circle skirt? Thrifted. Vintage Coach satchel? Thrifted. Sandals? Nine West. Michael Kors watch? Thrifted.
Today, in lieu of a paragraph about my fabulous life as a nobody, I need to communicate how dumbfounded I am that summer is o-v-e-r and my kids are back in school. "How did September get here so fast???" I want to blubber, fists thrust ineffectively at the sky. This time of year always freaks me out. A lot needs to get done. Like collecting school supplies and scribbling my signature on parent permission forms and signing up for the PTA (which I hate. There I said it, I hate the PTA) and coordinating my work schedule with the kids pick-up time and locating my son's missing lunch bag which NATURALLY he's misplaced on the third day of school.
So it's no shock that when school starts, I get a bit overcome by a manic rush typically experienced only by a crack fiend in search of their next fix. Thank sweet baby Jesus I still have thrifting. Thrifting keeps me centered. And rewards me with sweet scores, like this $2 khaki circle skirt someone's mother made in their basement in the 1960's.
It's gonna be a great year.