Thriftstore Haul

I remember when I was younger...jeez, old lady, when i was a teenager, my mother used to drag me to the Salvation Army and I would sit for hours waiting for her to pick yet another dozen mismatched plates and I was embarrassed to be at 'the poor people store'.

I don't think it ever arose from any sense of superiority or malevolence...is just that everyone who walked in there always looked so fucking  miserable and I would sit there thinking about boys, and wanting to wear jeans that fit me but I couldn't find jeans that fit me cause I was too fat blah, blah, blah....

Also, the idea of wearing previously worn clothes gave me the eebies when I thought of all the bed-bugs, ticks and unsightly cooties just waiting to latch on me if I dared wearing one of those...

Thank God I grew up.

Back then it was all about having access to a priviledged life, but realizing that I was having problems adjusting to the reality of being a minority leaving in a non-minority neighboorhood, going to a mostly white school and looking in the mirror not understanding why I wasn't attractive by everyone's standard...everyone being non-ethnic.

So of course 13 year old me is ashamed that Mom is obsessed with hoarding decorative plates and the place where she usually lands her jackpots is the local thriftstore.

I can't believe how naive I was. 

I also can't believe that what they say about girls becoming their mother is true. 

I got 4 wooden bowls, a shell necklace, that cute top and a boîte-à-gris-gris for $11. And it's taking all my will power not to just go back and buy a whole buncha duds that are just going to sit in my closet. 

It's getting so sunny here...I'm like Quasimodo hiding in my eight floor grotto wondering if I dare go outside am I gonna melt? I wanna go out all the time now. But I'm almost afraid to. 

I also jones for a car...but I don't think getting a clunker is a good idea.


Listen:  Cee-lo "Getting Grown"