Crisis of (Thrifting) Faith

Over the past few years, the unthinkable happened. What was once a rich, thriving faith for me—a long-held belief that sustained me during bleak moments and heart-wrenching trials—eroded and decayed until nothing remained but a black hole of bitterness and pain.

I lost my faith in thrifting.

I could remember a time when just entering a thrift store filled me with joy, hope, and promise. But something changed. Too many dashed thrifting dreams and unanswered thrifting prayers turned me cold and angry. I longed for the fullness and happiness the old days of thrifting had brought.

I’ve wanted a jean jacket for such a long time, and was too stubborn to pay full price. It just seemed like the sort of thing I should be able to find at a thrift store. So I searched, and waited, and got frustrated over and over when I couldn’t find anything I liked. I blame Utah. The thrift stores here are disappointing. (If anyone has suggestions, please let me know, because DI has broken my heart too many times.)

And finally! Success! After many fruitless shopping trips, I managed to find one that was just what I was looking for. My thrifting faith has been restored, and now I’m practically itching to hit up a thrift store again. All it takes is that one good find to get you back on the wagon. I’ve missed good thrifting.

And I know we’re all thinking it, so let’s just get down to brass tacks. Can a girl—nay, a grown adult woman—resist the urge to get her twirl on when wearing a pleated skirt?

The answer is no. No, she cannot.

Jacket: thrifted (!!!muchrejoicing!!!) // Top: Walmart // Skirt: c/o Chicwish // Tights: c/o We Love Colors // Boots: Gift // Belt: came with a different skirt

Have you had any great thrifting finds recently? If you live in Utah Valley, will you share your thrifting secrets with me? Because DI is just not cutting it for me.