So I never find vintage stuff at Goodwill. The thrift stores in my city are pretty picked-through, so I have to work pretty hard to find interesting, kitschy things. But a new Goodwill opened a few weeks ago, and in my part of town. It took me a little while to get there, mostly because I hadn't yet gotten back into the Goodwill-vibe yet. Well, I scored. I got a little too excited I think, because I bought a great skirt without trying it on, and it hits me above the knees.
I've decided not to wear skirts that hit above the knees, not because it's wrong in theory, but because of the way that I look when I do it. I can't quite describe it. There's just a whole lot going on, like an overload of stimuli. I'll leave it at that. My legs are long, and I don't want to call attention to them when I'm trying to live my life.
I've posted some of this new stuff on my Etsy shop. I've gotten pretty behind in listing things because it takes longer for me, maybe because I'm more particular about the photos, and the arrangement of my shop than I am with my eBay shop. I don't like being a perfectionist, and I work really hard to avoid it, so I'm always on alert to not crossing over to the other side.
That's really hard to do in my day job. Perfectionism is almost de rigeur, and I have to tread a really thin line in order to not become a total maniac. So somehow, in the midst of piles upon piles of redundant paperwork, I find the necessary time to thrift for myself, and then for the rest of the world (this week: Brazil!).
After a crazy day today of especially large piles, I went directly to yoga after work. I went to a class that I don't usually go to, and omg. The class I usually go to is out of my league, but this one? No words. Crazy. But something amazing happened. We were opening our shoulders in this creepy twisted way, and I started crying, not like I-was-reminded-of-a-sad-thing-crying, but this-is-just-happening-and-I'm-going-with-it-crying. Whoa. I've never had that happen before. It was like there was a ball of bad energy stuck between my shoulders, and when I opened my shoulders more than I ever had before, I was able to release it. I don't know how long it had been there, or where it came from originally, but it's gone. Wow. Crazy. That was obviously something worth throwing away.
Interesting...it's been a few years since I tried yoga, but maybe I should look into it. I have a feeling I have a similar ball lodge between the shoulders!
ReplyDeleteGreat finds!