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1. no point for this blog other than me feeling kinda hip in my favorite military thrift.

faved, 'cause it's presently the only fall jacket of mines that still buttons over my abnormally growing tits.

(they never returned back to their pre-baby | pre-breastfeeding size)

2. the pocket book is also a thrift gift, given to me by my elderly, jewish neighbor on the day she moved away.

(she was my neighbor for 11 yrs, so, basically, we're practically related)

3. i haven't washed my hair in over a month. the most love it's gotten is a bi-weekly argan oiling. 

(it's so matted, i'm sure some parts are locking by now...which i don't really want...i think)

(tights by french connection)

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"i'm gonna pop some tags
only got twenty dollars in my pocket
i - i - i'm hunting, looking for a come-up
this is fuck - ing awesome"

[macklemore - thrift shop]

a dope moment is when you're pulling out of the salvation army parking lot, after buying loads of 'ish you only paid $34 to get, and the honorary thrift store theme song comes on in your car. my friend and toots looked at me like i was crazy when i put my "new" 99¢ paisley framed glasses on, turned said song on blast and rocked out with my tags out.

  

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i've come to realize that my photography is very much like me.

straight to the point (in a vague sort of way)...and skillfully unpolished.

  

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