I have always been grossed out by thrift stores. Although I am super thrifty and go to extraordinary measures to save a few bucks, used clothing stores have never appealed to me. Not knowing who wore it, shit in it, puked on it… blech. I love hand me downs from family and friends, and am unfazed that some of those items may have originated from a second hand store. I just don’t want to go and dig through worn clothes myself. Doesn’t make any sense, I get that.
Anyhoo… We’ve been planning on going to this black tie family event next weekend. The original plan was to have a sitter stay at the hotel with the kids. As it got closer, I began to get nervous about our plan. Even is super clingy to me these days, especially at night. The notion of the kids stuck in a tiny room with Evan screaming his lungs off for 6 hours with a sitter they don’t know was making me
insanely crazy slightly nervous. After a weekend of driving my husband nuts going through every possible scenario with all of my family, we decided to bring the kids, along with the sitter, to the party. The kids could dress up and join in the fun and pass out in the lounge when they’d had enough. Perfect.
The only problem was finding black tie attire for three kids on a few days notice. I went to the department stores. To Marshalls. Cruised the net. My mom hit Loehmann’s and Filene’s Basement. Jeff went shopping on his lunch break. Nada. J Crew’s Crew Cuts proved quite successful, that is if I wanted to spend $600 to outfit my children for an evening. I did not.
So, I did what I had to do. I drove to the “Second Time Around” by my house. I’d seen it before, situated between the supermarket and Parcel Plus, but vowed never to enter. Until today. And guess what? Mission accomplished. Within moments I had a perfect 18 month Kenneth Cole button down shirt, vest and pants for Evan. The original tags were still attached. A white chiffon flower girl dress for Lily in a size 4 was spotless, beautiful and waiting just for me. Ben got a button down, vest and tie. My total, you ask? A whopping seventeen dollars. For all of it. I was willing to spend that on a bow tie. I was giddy, and I’ll definitely be back.
As I wrote early this morning, never say never with children. (I’m a wise, wise woman, if I do say so myself.) Here is Ev alone in his snazzy little outfit, because he’s the only one who didn’t throw a fit when I tried it on. Isn’t he a stud? I cannot wait to see them all dolled up. I see a pretty annoying mommy with her camera come Saturday night. Stay tuned.