Thrifting/ Indiana

Yesterday morning, I promised my friend Ryeshia an adventure. Of course, I thought it would just involve a good bit of shopping and maybe a run-in with good people as tends to happen on a weekend night.

It did start out that way.

We hit up Nearly New, which is probably my favorite actual thrift store in town. Ryeshia had been before, but had never actually found anything. However, she was on the lookout yesterday for a high-waisted skirt, and I knew there were all kinds to be had for $5 or less, so we searched a little and found a few. She actually got a really awesome outfit, consisting of what we refer to as an old-lady skirt, a t-shirt, and a long button down sweater vest.

I tried on a lot of things but only ended up getting these skirts:


The blue one and green one were my original picks--the blue is some kind of dressy librarian material, and the green is knit and shadow-striped. When we went to the counter, apparently we each had spent enough to get something priced at $3 or less for free, so I grabbed the creme-colored sweater skirt on the left.

After that my friend Steven met us and we hit up Cherry Bomb, a new/vintage boutique where I'd eyed a sweater on Christmas Eve but didn't want to buy it because, well, it was Christmas Eve. So this time I was determined to make it mine:

Ryeshia pointed out to me that it had a small stain on it and we should milk that all we could, so I made her come up to the counter with me because she is a lot braver than I am.

"Is there anything you can do about this stain?" I asked, a little too subtly, I suppose.
"Tonic water and lemon!" the man working the cash register said.

Letdown! Thankfully Ryeshia piped up--"We meant, like, a discount."
The manager was behind the cashier, I believe, because next thing I know I'm getting the sweater half off. I told Ryeshia I'm never going shopping without her again.

We were leisurely strolling down Bardstown Road toward who-knows-where when Steven suddenly presented us with a suggestion: "hey, we should go to Indianapolis!"

Well, we'd expected an adventure, so of course we said yes.

Mind you, Indianapolis is two hours or so up I-65, and pretty much no one else in the entire world knew what we were up to. Next thing we know we're in the car, headed on the highway, looking for adventure and whatever comes our way, etc.

After a brief stopover for some food in Taylorsville, Indiana (two words: baby mullet) we were ready to ransack whatever we could of the mall, since it was almost 8 o'clock.

First, we had to hit Tiffany & Co. because Steven had a gift card and decided on this really gorgeous ring:



After that, we checked out the new Anthropologie. We don't have one at home, and I love what I see in the catalog, but aside from the all-encompassing amazingness of the knick-knacks and such, the store itself is rather hit-and-miss. My favorite things were in the pajama department, a nightgown printed with birdcages which would have looked great belted and a shorts-and-tank-top set. I don't know why I didn't get the nightgown, except for the fact that it was nearly $60.

By then the malls were closing, so we lingered over coffee and lemon cookies at an Italian restaurant, and spent the ride home trying to figure out good excuses to tell our parents since we'd been gone pretty much all day.

It was hedging on 2 a.m., so we missed what I was hoping for most: a Love's Truck Stop adventure. (I love that place!)



Here's Steven at a Love's on our last trip North, demonstrating the Cowboy 3000.

I wish I had more pictures, but I thought my camera was broken. It turns out Kodak only takes Kodak batteries. So lame! At least I have one now.