The Mangled Jacket & Thrift Store Thrills

I was out of town for a business meeting this week, and thought I'd bring my smart new jacket along with me. I love it because it is

a) a Missy Elliot design from Adidas
b) almost perfect in the way it hugs my curves
c) bought on sale at like, half the original price
d) a gorgeous shade of navy blue
e) satin

Behold:

But, alas, point e) also became its undoing. Unbeknownst to me as I was rushing from one end of a terminal to another, a tiny, almost unperceptible rough spot was hooking onto my sleeve, causing it to snag and tear in twenty different places:

And trust me, it's worse than it looks. All those little dotty lines running across the sleeve? Those are not a result of poor handiwork.

Lesson learnt: Never buy a fragile item of clothing if you're gonna be a tomboy with it.

But there is happier satorial news. I went to The Salvation Army today and scored a few gems!

A vintage clutch (total steal!!!), a pair of 1kg dumbbells (to train those flabby arms), and eight pairs of plastic fantastic earrings (because they're cheap). How much did these cost? Just $40.

(The Boyfriend commented: "It's not so cheap after all." *pffffft* What do men know about good buys.)

I love thrift stores! Like flea markets, I love what treasures you could find if you rummage/loiter/poke around long enough. If I could, I'd shop in them all the time.