I poke around used clothing stores a lot. Some people have a retro sense of style, but for me it’s more about the thrill of the hunt and finding something perfect for dirt cheap. A lot of the time, clothes just look used and you feel like you’re shopping around in someone’s closet, which isn’t too far from the truth. A more accurate description is that you’re shopping around in a bunch of people’s closets. Conceptually, that’s kind of gross, so I try not to think about it too much.
But sometimes there is that moment when you see something that just inherently belongs to you, there is a spark of recognition, an “Aha! There you are!” moment, which is a signal of success. If I don’t have that moment, I don’t go for it, and I’ve learned to listen for that instinct.
I bought that purse shown above a while back. I was looking for a cross-body bag in a light color, and one day, there it was, waiting for me.