This post has been elicited by Anxious Mom and the Picture Battle in which she invited me to participate. I’m inviting no one, but feel free to crash the party.
On one of my thrifting excursions this summer, I came across a gorgeous Kelly green wool jacket, in fabulous condition, and in my size. I bought it for $6. I was, of course, thrilled. Texture queens love a nice wool, so long as it’s lined.
As is required by Shopping By-Laws, I showed The Mister my spoils and I was met with some disapproval over my green wool jacket.
I believe he suggested I wear it with a tiny green hat and maybe carry a bucket of gold.
Well, I never!
Some time later, I had the jacket cleaned and I informed him that according to the brand, the retail cost of the jacket was $225, and here I got mine for $6 and an $8 cleaning bill. He could not deny my thrift. His eyebrows raised then, and he said, “Good job, Baby!”
I mean, if you don’t praise your wife’s incredible talent for thrifting and saving, she might turn retail on your ass.
It grew cool, and I donned my Kelly green jacket.
Time passed s’more.
One night, Sassy asked me if I had the feels for some actor or newscaster or someone and I looked over at The Mister in his Kelly green shirt and I said, “Nah, I’m good. I got this leprechaun lookin mofo right here.”
And we all laughed and laughed!
Behold, The Mister in his Kelly green shirt:
Happy Friday Everyone!