Vintage Steals

After picking up our beast of a car from the mechanic, I needed a pick-me-up. And since that mechanic pretty well cleaned out my wallet, it needed to be cheap. Enter: Phoenix thrift stores.

Dazed and Confused jeans...I have to lie on the bed to zip them.

They are miraculously long enough to wear with platforms. Miraculous because I'm 6 feet tall.

Next step: convincing myself that I can pull off wearing them in public. $1.

Ooh. Ooh. New favorite skirt. $1.

Driving home, the sky turned a drippy gold for sunset. Money spent at mechanics = forgotten.