Hey, Crabman.

I never think of my thrift karma as being particularly exceptional, but I guess it kind of is. Especially when it comes to hoodies.
I got my basic black hoodie in high school, after school one day. It was way cold when I started walking home, so I decided to take a thrift store (Red White and Blue) detour. I thought it would be nice to find a black hoodie, since I had kind of been wanting one. And I did!*
Last year, Tiff came to visit me and we decided to go thrifting. As we were talking about clothes--and I should explain that I sometimes get these fashion flashes, like I want a denim skirt! or My next pair of shoes should be green.--I decide that I want a boys hoodie. It would be very fitted, and the sleeves would be around elbow length. In my head, it was super-cute. And either navy or red. Then we went to Goodwill and I found a super-cute navy boys hoodie. With red lining in the hood.
So Saturday, me and Tiff are at the Friday's by a large Salvation Army. My slightly quilted black Gap hoodie is starting to get holes, and I was picking at them and complaining.** Then we hit the thrift and there was an almost brand-new quilted Gap hoodie for about $3 and hot pink.
It's the exact same pink as my long skinny scarf, though, so now I need some Lamb's Pride Worsted in black to make a long skinny black scarf to wear with it. Or maybe grey...yeah, grey would be very cute.

*Random Best Thing Ever Found In That Thrift: Keren got a pair of black chucks with the Batman logo all over them. Sweet.
**I love this hoodie. I'm actually wearing it as I type this. It smells a bit smoky, but it's very comfortable. And I have 2 tack pins in the pocket: a pink "a" and a smiley apple.

Replace the flesh (which is weak) with steel (which is strong).

Why do I always wind up forgetting and putting my 3 heaviest books in the same box?
As I was slogging stuff up into my new apartment yesterday, I did that thing you always do when you move: fantasize about throwing it all away.
It's especially an attractive option if, like me, all of your most prized posessions and favorite things were cheap and are a pain to move.
Take those 3 heavy books, for instance. One of them was a gift, so it's price isn't of my concern. It's the nice big Yoko Ono retrospective catalog from a few years ago. Fucker weighs like 4 times the weight of your average big fancy art book.
Book #2 is a yearbook from a big famous military school (whose name is escaping me now--Naval Academy? something...) I found in the trash outside a giant Squirrel Hill house one day. It's from the early 70s and is pretty damn sweet.
And the third book is a world atlas/encyclopedia from the early 1960s. I love this book. I think it was a dollar.
So, what I need all of you to do is remind me. Everytime I gripe about how much junk I have, and how heavy it all is, remind me of how much I love all my stupid books and records and Jimmy's Robot World coffee mug and plush things that shouldn't be plush.
***
Then, this afternoon, Mom and I went to Kawaii and I bought more stuff I'll have to move (plus a present for Tiff). In my defense, though, I did need a 2007 planner and weird Japanese school/office supplies for my new job.

the page who doesn't think to shift...

I'm at the desk this morning--because, you know, plenty of teens come into the library during the day on a Monday. The lights are still dim since we're not open yet--they don't turn on the overhead lights until nine, so that page who doesn't shift the books, and who thinks that the shelves should be bookended as tightly as possible, has to work in semi-darkness. There's a really nerdy supervillian in that somewhere. Villain? Villian?
I got a phone message from an old (boy) friend and talked to the x-boy this weekend. One made me so happy it's confusing and the other just left me confused. Did I mention that neither of these people is within 100 miles of ***? (oooo, I'm trying to be secretive about where I am--damn you, Google, for indexing so well!) This is a mess, and I can't shake the feeling I'm staring down another enormous dry spell.
The Book and Music Exchange I tried to explore on Saturday has exorbetant (sp?) prices on their vinyl. I thought cultureless Midwestern cities had that kind of crap for cheaper, b/c no one wants it. C'mon, $6 for Culture Club? $8 for Twisted Sister!? Luckily, the Goodwill on the tonier side of town still believes in fifty cents per scratched 45. I found: "Leader of the Pack", "Henry the VIII", "Along Comes Mary" and "Fever". And two glasses to (finally!) start my prom souvenir glass collection. And a $3 end table which I'm painting and turning into a TV stand. So all-in-all, pretty good thrifting.
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