I don't know why that old Guns N' Roses song that goes "and it's hard to hold a candle, in the cold November rain" was circling my head recently, but it seemed appropriate. Saturday nights are always hard for me, and last week was no exception. It was a rainy night and I hadn't left the apartment all day. At one point, I just got in my car thinking I should find food or something. The rainy streets of my downtown neighborhood seemed hushed by the weather. I thought about the many bars and restaurants in walking distance to my home and how much I missed having places to go and reasons to go to these places. I'm a reclusive stranger in my own hometown. I was thinking that I could write about how I was feeling. I wanted to say that you can't escape loneliness. There's nowhere for me to be.
Are you depressed yet?
I apologize for the sad share, you just wanted to look at some pictures, right? Anyway, I realized that it was the day after Halloween (which passed by me as I sat costume-less at home). That meant that the vintage clothing Goodwill was selling at inflated prices as Halloween costumes would surely be marked down. I remembered yet another song; take it away, Petula Clark: when you're alone and life is making you lonely, you can always go...away from downtown and to the thrifts.
Here are a few things I picked up recently, then I'll show you some dresses.
Here are some of the dresses I got on the cheap from the half off Halloween racks. Remember when I was talking about inescapable loneliness up there? In a slightly ironic turn of events, as I parked my car at Goodwill that night, I found that I wasn't alone. I really don't have time to go down this rabbit hole, but some faces from the past where walking in just as I was about to get out of my car; not friendly faces... I just can't go there. I constantly see them at the thrift stores (we used to go together) and end up avoiding them. I hate it.
I'm out. Linking up with Sir Thrift A Lot.