One of my proudest accomplishments in life has been converting my husband to thrifthood.
Vince is known for his bougie nature and has historically paid full-price for brand new items, but over our 13 years together, I’ve whittled away at his resolve and he is now willing to visit thrift stores with me.
He actually shops quite well and finds treasures!
Try as he might to embrace my lifestyle as his own, though, he has always struggled with the Goodwills, friends.
Perhaps it’s the general odor, the flavorful clientele, or the fluorescent lighting. Whatever the reason, he tends to avoid a Goodwill trip.
I did, however, drag him into a Goodwill in Wellington on our way home from lunch with his aunt recently, and I want so badly to tell you the visit changed everything and he’s now super comfy with my favorite store.
Though he did find and purchase several pieces without my guidance or prompting, this trip only solidified his prejudices toward my precious GW.
*le sigh*
Unfortunately, friends, the spicy patrons of this particular Goodwill were wild and ready the fateful Saturday I dragged Vince in.
We actually *almost* made it to the check out line when the incident occurred.
As we stood taking inventory of our cart near the dressing rooms/making final decisions on things we’d keep, we began to hear a low gasping sound.
That gasping, which was coming from a dressing room stall, turned into loud wailing interrupted by bouts of what sounded like retching.
I wondered if we should grab an employee to assist!
My eyes, the size of dinner plates, looked into Vince’s unmoved and unsurprised face.
“We’ve officially outstayed our welcome,” he said. “This is why I don’t come to these places.”
Oooof! Goodwill!!!! We were so close!!!
Turns out, the person in the dressing room was a middle-aged man who was not ill or injured — he just thought it would be funny to scream like a woman in distress.
He was chastised by the staff and Vince escorted me to the car, never to return to this store again.
In a happy twist, Vince did accompany to my friendly neighborhood Goodwill last weekend. Thrift haul coming soon!
Last week’s thrifted ‘fits:
This is my hobby. 