Getting (Thrift) Centered

I have found the holy grail of thrift stores in sunny Santa Cruz, CA. Every. Single. Time. I trek over the hill to this fair town to visit Thrift Center I find so much good stuff! I have only ever paid over $20 on one occasion.

 This sign is out there every single day!

My first time here I was so overwhelmed...now I'm a seasoned veteran.

Today's adventure yielded several pieces, but I'll get to that in a moment.... This morning started out a bit rough. I was rousted out of bed by banging on my front door. The handyman for my apartment complex had to get in to fix my leaky shower. After scrambling to slip into yesterdays clothes that were lying next to my bed I let him in and felt an immediate need to flee. So I did. Quite abruptly and awkwardly.

So there I was: sitting in my car in yesterday's clothes, unshowered, with quite possibly THE worst bedhead I've had in some time. What's a girl to do?

Get caffeinated and go thrifting!!!

(and maybe a little inebriated)

That's not coffee...

I had such a good time riffling through those racks. It's one of those stores that isn't organized by size AT ALL. It is organized by type of clothing, then color blocked within each type. Normally this would get on my last nerve, but the overall feel of this place is comfortable and I never leave empty-handed. On this trip I walked out with a pair of jeans, workout/sleep shorts, 4 tops for myself, and one top for a friend all for under $16.

After saying goodbuy (ha! I love puns) to the holy grail, I decided to treat myself to a nice lunch and cocktail at Capitola Diner because they serve these:

And then, because I could, I planted my butt in the sand and thought about all the amazing ways I was gonna wear my recently acquired babies. Stay tuned....