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Coming to Terms with a Vintage Clothing Addiction: An Essay.
For most of my adult life, I have been a lover of thrift stores. I would go into any Goodwill, Savers or church-owned thrift shop and pillage the racks for hours until I found the perfect used t-shirt to compliment my 1972 patchwork denim jeans. I loved putting together some phenomenal 1960’s-inspired rocker outfit complete with old cowboy boots and a stranger’s snap cowboy shirt layered under a suede jacket with half the inside liner missing… For decades, I dressed like a member of the Southern Harmony-era Black Crowes who had stumbled across Waylon Jennings’ closet….
My mom always wondered how I could walk into a Goodwill store in say, Seattle and decide that a used flannel with a hole in the elbow and a cigarette burn on the collar met my criteria as a “miracle find.”
“I’ll throw it in the wash and it’ll be perfect,” I would say.
“You’re absolutely disgusting,” my mom would answer.
For years, my mom would send me clothes from designer stores, trying her hardest to get me to wear a nice shirt, a tie or even (gasp) a sports jacket… I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I loved wearing stranger’s clothing… I relished the compliments the fashion forward men of my generation paid me when they admired a rare orange-tag denim shirt that came straight off the set of Urban Cowboy… I was a thrift store loving vintage picker… and my closet was full of the finest 70’s and 80’s shirts, caps, henleys, jackets and jeans any man could ever want.
My thrift store beliefs have even trickled down into my children’s lives – as I have tried to convince them that the Star Wars lunchbox I found in the thrift store toy aisle is just as good as the one they sell for $21.99 at Target… In retrospect, that was probably not the best decision.
Recently, however, I have been examining people around me a little bit closer than I have before. And you know I have come to realize?
In general, people are pretty disgusting.
Filthy.
Unshowered.
Unkempt.
Smoking cigarettes.
Looking like they slept on a couch the night before.
Wiping snot onto the legs of their jeans.
Pony-tailing their greasy hair.
Rubbing their heads into their baseball caps.
Wearing exercise clothes for hours after the gym.
Itching their asses.
As I start my 40’s, I’ve suddenly started thinking that perhaps my mom was right… All of these thrift store clothes I own are suddenly looking pretty gross.
So, when I needed a jacket this winter, I decided to finally give up on shopping for dirty vintage. I headed down to an actual store that sells new items.
My first stop was the Levi’s Store where I immediately found the perfect flannel jacket with some sort of sheepskin lining. It had no weird stain on it… There were no cigarette burns or small rips or slightly discolored armpits… It fit like it was made for me. I walked around the store proudly. I got compliments from the cute sales girl. I stared at myself in the mirror… Damn. Did I look, dare I say, handsome?
After ten minutes, I even took a fucking selfie with it.
And then the cute sales girl told me it cost 375 dollars.
I got the fuck out of there and went to Goodwill…
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