You all know I love second-hand furniture (well, antiques, which are more like tenth-hand). Old rugs? The best. Cars, it depends; but I once got a barely-used Mazda for a bargain-basement price.
My extremely frugal mother adores yard sales, and has shoved loads of treasures on us over the years, many of which, when it came to toys, saved us a ton of money. I also loved the barely-used toasters, wine glasses and dish towels she found.
Second-hand clothing, though, was another matter, and I surreptitiously donated the yard-sale jeans, jackets and tops ("Look! It looks brand new! Two dollars!) my Mom proudly presented. It's not that I have to buy brand new stuff from a mall; I trek to outlets and discounters and troll eBay for NWT steals. It's just the thought of something that fit another petite, plump gal like a second skin, moving to my own body...creepy. Even for my kids, the yard sale duds gave me a bit o' the willies, given what kids put their clothing through: The bodily fluids; sitting on the floor at Mickey D's. (If the clothing is hand-me-downs from my friends' adorable kids, though, I'll dig it completely. That's Spreading the Love.)
Until now. Now, when I wonder every day when my bank is going to go under, and give thanks for having work, any work. Now, I'm buying EUC (excellent used condition, for the uninitiated) on eBay. And it's liberating, and quite thrilling.
A "worn once" little black dress, J.Crew, $10. A black cashmere-blend v-neck, also "worn once" - $20. A Columbia hot pink ski vest for my daughter, $10. That little J.Crew dress pictured above? $5, and still for sale on eBay (Auction ends soon!).
My husband thinks I'm a goddess for moving to what I consider the far side of frugal. My daughter was somewhat startled to see a name inked on the inside of her "new" jacket, but hushed up right away when I mentioned the money saved brought us that much closer to building her longed-for basement play room.
I have friends who could never, ever wear a piece of used clothing (CityMom and I both agree used shoes are still taboo, but if the economy keeps tanking, I may go there), so it gives me a kind of perverse joy to buy this stuff. Hey, movie stars wear vintage all the time! Still, I'm stopping short of publicly bragging about it. Except to my gentle readers.