You bet your bottom dollar thrifty-loving booty it can. Yes, as I take a look back at 2010 and all my thrifting exploits, I can most definitively say that a thrifted dress changed my life - for the better, natch.
The frock in question: this silk, Italian-made designer dress (must have been influenced by Pucci; I call it my Pucci dress anyway) I found at Value Village for just under $20.
I'm wearing it here, along with a spray-on tan, the night before I left for West Palm Beach to fly to my best friend's wedding.
Fast forward a few days: Here I am in West Palm, after my best friend's wedding, with a pal. I COULD have kept this dress, also thrifted, on when the whole gang went back to the hotel bar to party. But no, some sixth sense told me to go back to my hotel room and slide into that slinky Pucci number. Don't ask my why.
Let's just say my Pucci-esque dress was noticed by someone else in the bar who wasn't a member of our party, who, unbeknownst to me as I leaned over the bar to order yet another glass of wine, honed in on a certain thrifter's booty in her clingy thrifted dress. Then, so the story goes, he saw her face. Needless to say he was smitten right then and there, tee hee.
Here I am, a few hours later, in, um, a different part of the hotel, still wearing my thrifted Pucci-esque dress (with a thrifted silver and crystal necklace too, come to think of it). And a big goofy smile too.
The rest, as they say, is history - but let's just say that my darling, darling mannie loves that dress (and this picture) to this day. And I must admit I feel rather indebted to it as well. Finding my dream man: Not a bad return-on-investment for 20 bucks, eh?
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