Ahh thriftin’ memories… I can still recall the very first time I went thrifting with my mother. It was a tiny little shop on the west side of town called “Kid’s Closet” (long gone, now). A combination consignment shop + thrift shop, this place was run by June- a woman I would come to see [...]

At the age of 9, I learned to set aside my change and save up for those fun trips to the thrift and vintage shops every Saturday with my mother. I still do it, but in a rather adorable manner, by jamming all of those quarters the dryer threw up into a vintage piggy bank. [...]