Shit White Girls Say at Goodwill

Or more specifically, shit Britt and I said last night while at Goodwill:

 “Ok, I’m gonna go dresses, then shoes, then tops. You hit up jackets, then skirts, and we meet in pants. We’ll end with a lap through the home décor section to get the heart rate down before we mob out.”

 “I gotta leave the Jaegermeister tank behind…I’m over budget.”

“What is that?” “You know…like one of those things. Just a thing. Like a vesty/dress/top/thing.” “Ahhhh yes…one of those things.”

“Dude I’m stressin out…there isn’t a single dress that’s pre-Y2K.”

“Damnit this Clueless top is for little girls…no way that’ll fit my boobs.”

“Are these booties good weird or bad weird?”

“Dude, is $20 too much for this leather jacket?” “YES Britt…it’s a cropped moto. Come on! You know that’s not the shape of the season! Keep your head in the game!”

“I mean it’s cute…but it’s just like a cute floral sundress. Too Taylor Swift, ya know?”

"There's some Marc Jacobs flats over here...but that doesn't really distract from the fact that they're hideous."

“Bro you can’t rock that. It truly looks like something Grandma Sharon would wear…but not in like a cool way.”

 “Damnit…Britt the shopping cart doesn’t fit inside the fitting room.”

“Are you into these like, silky pajama trousers? Ok…they are literally just pajamas.”

“Look at this. It’s beautiful. I got this beautiful beaded caftan.”

We crack us up. I wore my new forest fairy top out for dinner at a random taco stand with my fam bam over the weekend. Thumbelina Realness.

Thrifted top. Thrifted skirt. Thrifted booties. H&M choker. New nose ring!

Until next time,

Chelsea