I realized a few days ago that ten–TEN–years have passed since I was last pregnant, since we celebrated Garfield’s tenth birthday last week. An entire decade. There’s still a part of me that sits in disbelief that I’ll never have another baby. But, alas, that season has passed.
All those years ago, when I got dressed or picked out an outfit to attend some event, I asked–Can I nurse in this? A dress that zipped up the back, for instance, got relegated to the back of the closet until my nursing sessions were less frequent. Now, I don’t have to ask that question anymore when I choose my clothes.
And here are the clothes I’m choosing for today’s Wear It Well Wednesday post (awkward transition, huh?)…
Here, I’m sporting hand-me-down jeans and necklace (from family members) plus the thredUP [second-hand] sandals purchased a few weeks ago. I also bought the multi-colored polka dot shirt I’m wearing.
The top, bought at D’echoes Resale Emporium (I told y’all about that shop before), has several interesting features: a hood, shallow pockets right on the front of the shirt, and sleeves that cuff up to reveal more of the red and white polka dot fabric.
Not all my consignment shop experiences have been positive ones, though. Not long after we got married, I took a few items to a local consignment shop in hopes of selling them. This particular store accepted certain pieces without paying for them up front. If they sold, the store would keep part of the profits, and the seller would get some, too.
So, I left a bride’s maid’s dress, a jumpsuit (that looked great on the rack for next to nothing at a salvage store but just plain weird when I got it home), and a mini-skirt from my sister at Bonnie’s (or Connie’s or something like that) and hoped to make some cash.
A few weeks passed, and I called the shop to find out if anything had sold. No. A couple more weeks passed, I called again, and I got no answer on the phone–during business hours. I called the next day, the next, and the next, not getting anybody on the phone for several days.
Finally, Bonnie–or Connie or somebody–herself answered and told me that, since the store hadn’t been making much money, she’d decreased the hours. Which sounded backwards to me, but whatever… Then, a week or so later, I drove by the location of her store on the way to a doctor’s appointment, only to find it completely empty. Empty of everything: clothing, people, racks.
Apparently, Bonnie’s/Connie’s/Somebody’s had gone out of business and taken the rest of the merchandise with them. I never did get that bride’s maid’s dress, mini-skirt, or weird jumpsuit back.
But my recent trip to D’echoes resale shop proved more successful than the unfortunate experience with Bonnie’s, because I do like this shirt. I hope you’re having fun putting together your fall wardrobe and that you’re finding opportunity to include some second-hand pieces, too.