It's official; I am addicted to thrift shopping (week 2).
When a similarly small waisted friend and I were wrapping up a night in LA, we stumbled upon a thrift store that was about to close for the day. I went from being a gracious host to ragging rack hunter forcing my friend to thrift.
For me, thrift shopping is an adventure, a modern day treasure hunt, a gold rush. And like any adventure, the idea of what could be makes for a reality filled with adrenaline pumped ambition. But here I was, friend at side, with only minutes to find.
An exaggerated animalistic shopper awoke from my tired tourist beaten muscles and it quickly became clear that as much as I wanted my friend to like my new hobby I wanted even more those lightly worn 28 waist Diesel jeans.
Tonight's experienced enlightened me with a simple truth; thrift shop with those that are skinner, fatter, prettier, uglier, richer or poorer than you, just don't thrift shop with someone who is your same size.
BTW, the jeans are mine!