|My most thriftiest of thrifty purchases. Yeah, I'll stop bangin' on about it now.|
My personal reasons are as follows:
- Sensible reason: thrift and the environment. I hate to waste things, it's silly. I'm no eco-warrior, and to be honest, my re-using is a little sentimental. I'm the kind of person who eats the last Pringle in the tub because it might feel lonely and unloved there on its own. It ties in with my logical brain: wearing decent second hand (and I don't feel that's missing a trick: last year's M&S usually has a lot of life yet) and second-hand is cheap, environmentally friendly and (bar ebay) raises some quids for a good cause be it the local Scout-hut or Barnardos. Vintage costs more, has the unique factor of designer, gives a wonderful look and engages me with my heritage. I feel proud to wear the items I choose. OK, OK, this is the reason I put first because it makes me look worthy, I do believe in it but really, when shopping, what's on my mind is...
- Creativity. This is my true main reason; I adore vintage but I'm playful with it. Fashion should be playful and a thing of utter joy: something to lift the spirit like a wonderful painting (and my favourite artists are Dali and Carrington). I love to play with clothes, I'm interest in fashion history and art. A bland, beige Gap wardrobe, or one chosen for me by a stylist, just wouldn't do. I'll see something in a magazine, film or gallery and I simply must go with it. Sometimes I just feel sophisticated, feel disco, feel cute, feel daring. Sometimes I just get it wrong, but hell- you know who your true mates are when they'll walk down the Unthank road with you in broad bloody daylight, 1996, in a blue aqua bra-top, low-low-low-low white flares, sliver glittery platforms and a faux-fur stole (in the snow- cold likkle belly) and still hang out with you in your 'middle 30' years. Or maybe they, like you, were drinking less than responsibly. In which case Hayley and Cat... that outfit never happened...
- You can afford posh designer labels for cheap. Let me repeat that you can afford posh designer labels for cheap. After all, one is a princess.
- The thrill of the chase. This is last but most definitely not least. I really, really love to shop- properly. It doesn't feel the same if it's there, handed to me on a plate. I adore a good day rummaging and making little memory-connections... 'oh, those overalls would so go with my brushed-cotton plaid' ... 'is that a 50s evening bag? In pink?' ... 'that boob-tube's obscene, but layer it over a super-low cowl neck'... when reading CVs, as I do at work, I often see those old chestnut interests 'food and drink' and 'fashion'. To me, I always hope they are proper hobbies, for the richness of the person's life: more than wandering, staring in a bovine manner at TopShop's latest offerings or- for the rich- being spoonfed a chosen selection of the latest labels before eating at the place 'to be seen'. Give me street food or the most sublime cuisine, it must have a thrill, give me jumble or a slick department store, it must thrill and excite.
|OK, couldn't find the offending outfit from the 90s:|
but this halloween outfit was only halloween cuz of the
kitty ears!! That basque got worn out!
|See... it works sometimes!|