This weekend, I shopped in a closet reminiscent of Filene’s Basement at the estate sale of a woman who had a clothing addiction to end all clothing addictions. Another petite woman and I were trading clothes like it was a swap. I left with some fancy J Brand pants for $5 and a burnout t-shirt for $1, while I watched her drag a bag the size of a sheep out the door. I might have drooled a little.
At the next sale, I picked up a couple more interesting tops; Maple is convinced the dangly parts on a silky gray number was made exclusively for her entertainment. Then I got a pillow for $1 and two pairs of earrings for 5 bucks.
And, because our office is half naked walls, half tired Monet prints (sorry, Claude), I snagged two framed prints for $5 each. Those puppies are going up on the wall pronto before I spend another day looking at lily pads.