
But as I got older, and the girl cliques at my school drew harder lines between socio-economic levels, I quickly got the idea that it wasn't "cool" to shop at Goodwill. I begged my mother to take me to Limited Too instead, where I could shop for clothes that were up to par with my peers. In short, I asked her to buy me clothes that would make me look like everybody else.
I'm not sure when everything came full circle, but somewhere around my early 20s, I fell back in love with the venerable thrift store. My local Buffalo Exchange is the first place I hit up when I go shopping, and as I type this post, I'm wearing a 100% thrifted outfit. I am grateful to Mom for teaching me all of her tricks as a kid, and have become a regular reader of thrift-happy blogs. One of my favorites isThe Year of Living Thriftily, written by vintage stylist Sarah Dean. For one year, Sarah (a mother herself) pledged to wear - aside from knickers - no new clothing, and photographed herself in her fabulous thrifted finds.
Since thrifted clothing is the greenest there is, wh
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