Almost a year ago, I dragged an unsuspecting friend of mine along with me on a trip to Goodwill.
Now, you should know that as a rule, I try to avoid mixing my shopping life with my social one - a precaution I take due to my absolute inability to behave even remotely human while simultaneously focusing on the clothing at hand.
Blame it on my multitasking incompetence - but I'm doomed to a life of solo shop-scursions.
On this particular day, however, said friend fell prey to my shopping scatterbrained-ness and nodded politely as I testified that the jacket you see above was a "great find". A "must-have", if you will - primed for purchase even in the current conditions.
"The current conditions", you ask?
Yes, 90 degree weather.
Ok. Whatever. I have a problem.
The first step is admitting it, right?
(Though I'm starting to think that it might be possible to plateau on that first step.)
Anyhow, not one to be deterred - I donned this little diddy ASAP.
Because obviously it required a test-drive, and no 90 degree risk of fatal sun stroke was going to stop me.
Coat snugly wrapped around my wool-swathed frame, I turned, beaming, to my friend.
The look on her face was ....
not the look on mine.
"You're not going to wash that?", she said, very slowly, in that tiny-bit-too-high-pitched slightly shaky manner that only aspiringly-non-judgmental girls can.
"Oh." I paused. "I guess I didn't really think about it."
And I hadn't. Because what self-respecting thrifter would take the time to dry clean a fantastic find before wearing it!? ...
A clean one, probably.
But not this girl! Not me!
I'm hard core.
And a fantastic find, it was.
Because only months later, Margiela teamed up with H&M to release what I like to think of as their Gabby-dirty-wool-coat-inspired pieces, fully reminiscent of my great Goodwill find.
Thank god for my impracticality.