I am an inveterate
second-hand shopper. I have been
haunting garage sales, rummage sales, flea markets and second-hand stores for
great buys on otherwise expensive stuff since I was a teen-ager. That’s forty-plus years (yikes!) Why buy new when you can get some really cool
stuff for a small fraction of the cost of something fresh off the rack at Macy’s? I’d be willing to bet that something like 75%
of the clothes in my closet are from resale shops. My idea of an engaging, relaxing afternoon is
to spend two or three hours sifting through a Goodwill store and scoring great
deals.
So the other day when I was
down in Eugene, my sister and I hit a couple of St. Vinnie’s (St. Vincent de
Paul—a Catholic relief organization that takes donations of clothing and
household goods then sells them off in several big stores around town as a way
of providing employment and filling their coffers to provide housing and other
services to those in need.) I have been
in the market to expand my summer wardrobe, since I realized once the weather
started to heat up that I am short on crop pants and summer shirts.
After about a half hour I had
tried on a couple of pairs of capris that didn’t fit, chose and discarded one
or two blouses, when I came upon this:
A black t-shirt with “bling”
and interesting graphics. Just the kind
of thing I wear. But I have several of
these already…do I really need another one?
On closer examination, I
realized the shirt was amazingly well-constructed. No
wear-once-and-throw-it-away Walmart creation, this. It also had no tags inside. At all.
And I couldn’t see any traces of where tags had been cut out. So…nice shirt. I think I’ll try it on.
I get in the fitting room and
find the t-shirt fits adequately. Looks
pretty good, in fact. And for $3.27, I
could use another nice t-shirt. Maybe it
could replace one of the shabbier ones in my drawer. And then I look more closely at the graphics
on the shirt.
Letters. Those five little sets of double rows of
rhinestones down the front of the shirt are parts of letters. Let’s
see: “P…” Paris?
No… “P-R-…” Premo?
Prince?
“A…D…. P-R-A-D…A…?!
Prada? Holy crap!”
Now, I have no idea whether
this is, in fact, a t-shirt genuinely produced for that house which designs
clothing for …denizens of the underworld.
Damned if I wasn’t gonna buy it, though…just in case.
Don’t know what Prada
t-shirts go for these days, or even Prada knock-off t-shirts. But I’m pretty sure it would be more than
three dollars and twenty-seven cents.
WAAAAYYY more than $3.27. If you decide you don't like it, take it to a consignment store and make a few bucks.
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