Vee Vee

Today I went to Value Village. And spent freaking $120!!! Ahhh, can you believe it? Dropping that much money? During one little shopping stint? On granny attire? Ahhh! Money woes! Woe is me! OH WAIT. I just remembered! Oh, silly me! I didn't spend $120. My clothes were valued at $120. BUT, I only spent $60! Yup, that's right - Value Village has decided that I should be their model citizen and they're giving me free clothes!!!! Hah. How I wish... But still. Pretty much the next best thing AKA it was the Value Village 50% everything sale!!! AKA one-of-the-best-day-in-the-entire-duration-of-summertime-thus-far (the only other day that rivals today's awesomeness would be a Canada's Wonderland trip with the friends).

I'm so completely giddy that I've TWEETED and FACEBOOKED about how giddy I am! Yup. The whole world wide web just needed to know that my mannerisms have dropped any level of sophistication and have been replaced with the likes of a five year old child. Holla! I am now going to proceed to brag about the joys of consumerism.

My personal process for thrifting involves:
1. Grabbing anything that catches my eyes. ANYTHING. As my personal chauffeur sibling demonstrates in the picture below, I am a fan of quantity. Hey, you never know what looks good until you try it on! I tend to gravitate towards anything with bright colours or funky prints (surprise!). I usually start with the blazer section. I don't know why, exactly, but it's my absolute favourite section and I wish it were named after me (or vice versa. as in, hi, my name is blazer. okay. maybe not...)
2. Trying things on. I try things on in bundles. I.e. skirts, then dresses, then shorts, etc. I keep piles of "nos" and "maybes". It's also a complete bonus if 1) I snag the giant dressing room for wheelchairs (i.e. eager shoppers like me who lug their whole ridiculous cart into room nevermind the crying babies and hunched elderly) or 2) I manage to convince my sister that shopping at smelly Value Village will be fun for her and she becomes extremely bored of clothing she abhors and she sorts my things out for me because it's more appealing than watching old men try on fedoras.
3. Elimination. Apparently I'm not very decisive. Somehow my maybe pile is continuously monstrous in comparison to the measly no pile. This is a problem. It helps to set up a budget (mine was $50). I always start with definite "yeses" and work from there. I know that I really love something if 1) I pretend that I already own it when I'm trying it on and imagine the many ways that I can rock it or 2) I start jumping up and down like a child and forget about a little thing some people call "dignity."


Success? I'd say so! After a few hours of extreme grabbing, speedy trying things on and life-shattering decision making, I left the store skipping along, bellowing to all passerbyers, "VICTORY IS MINE MWAHAHA." Except for not really. But just for the record, yes, VICTORY IS MINE. Evil lolz.


I know the suspense of "Eeeek, what's in the TWO GIANT BAGS?!?!" is tearing your heart into a billion pieces. I could let the blood ooze and hurt your intestines. But I am a nice person. Therefore, hey! Wanna see what I got? (I did this solely for the purpose of the blog. Psh. I never try things on a billion times and prance around the house in my new clothes immediately after I buy them. Psssh.)

1. The bottoms. Debating whether I want to hem up those wacky floral pants into shorts. Ho hum. (That's another thing I keep in mind when thrifting: how can this be altered? A bit of snipping and hemming can go a looooong way. All those os emphasize the loooooongness.)


2. Tops. I decided I wanted to pick out a few tops for the summer. Five tops later... Oopsies! You should have seen my original pile of "maybe" tops. Actually. Maybe you shouldn't have. It was rather frightening. It could have exploded in your face.


3. Blazers! AH I KNOW. I feel like I should back this picture up with a "forgive me father for I have sinned." For the record, YES, I am aware that it is the middle of the summer and my face basically melts off when I go outside. For the record, YES, I am aware that I have 20+ blazers already and my wardrobe legitimately cannot deal with more. But you. Yes, YOU. Are you aware of this? Blazers. 50% off. $3.50 each. (I CANT BE TAMED.) Please keep your fingers crossed for semi-chilly weather. There's a good chance that my over-eager self won't be able to resist not wearing these and, consequently, the probability of me toasting into a piece of coal is highly likely.

Pheeeew! My dad asked me what I did this afternoon. My reply went along the lines of, "YAY VALUE -- ahem, doctors." He figured it out. "Why can't you be like your father? You don't need much! You don't get much! Ahh!" sighed my exasperated father. I pretended I needed to go pee.

Also, in case you were all, "So, Lexy... What were you WEARING?" do know that I've got you covered! As in, here are some photos. Cool beans. Shopping in separates is usually a good call, otherwise you might run into the unfortunate, "Hey sibling, look at this top I've tried on but, um, I was in a dress, so, like, um, I'm in my underwear and this top right now and uh..." It could get awkward.


My mom kindly complimented me with a: "You look nice! I like your combination today. Sometimes it can be very, um... different." I'm not sure what to think of this, but I'll pretend that I don't know that it's mom-code for "you normally look like your spewing heinous colourful barf." Thanks, mom!


(Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Skirt - Homemade, Belt - Thrifted $1, Shoes - Vintage $15, Hat - Nepal, Bag - Nepal, Jewelry - Gifted, Two VV Shopping Bags Filled to the Brim - PRICELESS (unless you really had to put a number on it. then it would be $120. Kidding! $60. I love today.))

I hope you've all started your week smashingly! I, obviously, have. Have a sunny, warm week! Or a mildly chilly week if you have seven new blazers and desperately want to wear them! (Hypothetically, of course.)

Do you like to thrift? What has been your favourite thrifting experience/ find?

yesterday, i slept with my nails wet. they have funny marks. oh silly days!

So, last week, I received an email. It made my day. My life, perhaps. What was this email? you ask. Oh, I say modestly, sporting a smug smile on my face, Well, it’s nothing really... just TYRA BANKS ASKING ME TO BE A TOP MODEL. We both holler in hysterical screams, for I am the next TyTyBaby.

*eeeeeeeeeeek*

Except for, you know, this story is possibly a itsy bit stretched. For I did receive the email, but it wasn’t quite Tyra Banks. But still in the same league. Probably even better. What could this mysterious email be? you ask. Well, no big deal or anything, but VALUE VILLAGE HOLLAR AT BEING A DEDICATED FAN AND SUBSCRIBING TO NEWSLETTERS. (Value Village send me free stuff and I will endorse you for ma lyfe!!!!)

So, there you have it, folks. This is what opportunity looks like. I had a choice to make: Do I just let this slide, pretend it’s not there? Or do I GRASP onto it and take advantage of the opportunity given to me? While I could have gone either way, I decided to be a role model (an “opportunity-grasper,” that is) and go for the latter. Therefore, on Sunday, I made my way to Value Village. Not sure what to expect. But ready. Ready for the challenges I had to face. Pushing all the old ladies out of the way, I declared, “I AM HERE. And I am ready for VICTORY.” And that’s what I got. Victory. Victory in the form of THREE winter jackets. (AH I CANT BELIEVE I BOUGHT THREE WINTER JACKETS)

Jacket 1: “Wut is that a blueberry? No, it’s Lexy in a blue jacket!”
I snagged this in the xL sections. I mean, you can’t tell though. It’s rather snug. HAH! I'm just kidding! It's ginormous. And I adore it. The sleeves are so voluptuous. Perfection.


Jacket 2: “Pheobe Buffet? Is that you? No, it’s Lexy in a Pheobe-esque jacket!”
I love this jacket. It’s seriously so heinous - the interiors are filled with this burgundy faux fur and the outside is pleather with details. I love it. It makes me want to hibernate. If I were a bear, I would BE this jacket. Am I saying that this jacket is a bear? I don’t quite know what I’m saying, so perhaps I’ll just shush...


Jacket 3: “Aw, Lexy thinks she’s a 5’9 model, shhh don’t say anything to her.”
I’m pretty sure “trench coats” are supposed to be one of those basics that EVERYONE has. Well, guess what? I didn’t have one! Guess what? I got one! Yeah, it’s a little, um, not neutral. And a little long. This is why we’re buddies.


So there you have it, kids. I thought I’d share these jackets because, well, quite frankly, I hope that you DON’T see them in outfits soon. (Although, miraculously, I found myself musing... Hmm, maybe we’ll still get snow? I take that muse back. It’s okay. THESE JACKETS CAN WAIT.) Anyways, I know I went a little crazy, but I have justifications built up in my head drum: 1) I have had the same jacket for three years (and it was $15 - so that’s only $5 each year) 2) It was only $35 for three jackets! So boo yeah. I'm a winner. Everyone's a winner at Value Village! (SERIOUSLY SEND ME FREE STUFF ALREADY)

Talk to you friends later. I’ll soon post my "shopping" outfit. It’s a win. Kidding, it was mediocre. But I’ll still post it. Hah.

Did you enjoy these “purchase posts”? What else would you like to see on the blog? What was your last purchase?
(deep stuff, folks, deep stuff.)