At the naive age of something less than 10, I recall hiding in shame behind the racks and random unloved furniture at dozens of thrift stores around Brantford while my mom filled carts full of "used??..ewww!" clothes, accessories & shoes. Whether it were the Goodwill, Salvation Army, Value Village, or some church run independent, I would DREAD the possibility of being spotted and my secret thrift store life revealed.
Like my shift in thinking years earlier, I've discovered another new way to evaluate and treasure my "stuff".
Thankfully, I gave up on that ridiculous outlook soon after getting my first job at age 12 (yes, a paper route qualifies) and being given the choice to buy my own "new" clothes, or continue to work within my mom's thrift store budget. It was then that I decided on more-for-less and have maintained that philosophy ever since (with clothes, accessories & shoes anyway).
Until this week...
Until this week...
This week, I bought my first new, real leather handbag. A true lady purse. A genuine, soft black leather cow hide delight. It is wonderful! It will not peal or rip like microfiber, it will not melt like Pleather or contain polyvinyl CHLORIDE and stink like rubber. I didn't compromise for less and got exactly what I wanted. It will last me years to come, mold specifically to my ways and I enjoyed every moment of paying a 1/3 of my rent for it!
Like my shift in thinking years earlier, I've discovered another new way to evaluate and treasure my "stuff".
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