Christy's Weekly Wear

Usually I am more than happy to display my worst outfit of the week. I don't know why. I guess it's because it is far easier for me to take a bad picture than a good one, and with just a little effort towards making a picture bad, it can become pure genius. I'm honestly not trying to put myself down. I assume the same is true of everyone. Doesn't the camera seem to always capture you with four chins and a lazy eye that you don't have? Is that just me?

Anyway, this week's picture is not exactly genius. It's just sad...

THE WORST

This was at Target, so I wore red in honor of it, I guess. I was trying to decide between shower curtains and then I spaced out and I guess Daniel thought this would be a good time to take a picture of me. This is the classic "I give up" picture that I hope to never take again. It has taught me a lot. 

THE BEST

Dress: Milan/some girl on the street in my neighborhood (I'll explain)
Necklace: Forever 21
Shoes: HEB Plus
Lantern: An inspiring gift from my friend Lara

You may be asking, "Why is she holding a lantern?", but the question you should be asking is, "Why hasn't this lantern been in every single photo she has ever taken?" Having a prop made taking these pictures so much easier. I usually hate posing by myself in photos and I seriously never know what to do with my hands except hold them out in front of me like a zombie. I grabbed this lantern and I immediately turned into a supermodel. 

Anyway, this was a dress I wore out on a date the other night, and it is kind of the best thing that has happened to me all week. Here's the story:

One day as I was walking through my beloved neighborhood, Ditmas Park, I saw a girl on the sidewalk with a rack of clothes. I passed her by at the time but decided to come back and see what the deal was. She looked to be about my age, and she had some seriously cute stuff. She kept saying, "It's a blowout sale," to every person who walked by. I started rummaging awkwardly through her things along with a couple of other ladies, and one of them asked how much one of her tops was. "One dollar," she said. Wait. Hold up. One dollar? That top is from Anthropologie, and I know that because I used to work there so I could get a discount. One dollar? 

I started talking to her about why she was doing this. She explained that she was taking a financial management class where she learned that Americans tend to use only 20% of what we own. All I could think about was if these clothes were part of her 80%, what kind of things did she leave in her closet? This stuff was GOOD.

A more normal picture of me, in case you need it.

I ended up buying this dress for $4. I'm belting it in this picture (because we all know how I feel about belts), but it has a cool look without it as well. It makes me feel like a really nice witch. 

I love this dress especially because of its story. It was apparently from Milan and she claims she wore it to La Scala Opera House. I don't even care if that's true, but I like to believe it might be. That's why thrifted items are typically so much more fun. The worn fabric and mystery stains (this dress had none fortunately) tell the life story of its previous owner. 

I was too proud of this not to post it.

Gosh, how great are clothes? Do you have a thrifted item of clothing with a story to tell? Comment on this post and let me know!