tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post4210939762948211716..comments2015-04-01T02:02:46.815-05:00Comments on Thrift Store Horror!: Regrettable Dust CollectorsCarmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-74898337555556211452010-07-21T12:44:10.876-05:002010-07-21T12:44:10.876-05:00I'm so glad you are loving it. I'm also a...I'm so glad you are loving it. I'm also a huge fan of Regretsy! And all I have to say is "just say no to second hand pasties!!" (now,there's a phrase that I never expected to say) ;)Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-88453800896984713532010-07-20T16:50:28.907-05:002010-07-20T16:50:28.907-05:00Love, love your blog. It's kind of like Regre...Love, love your blog. It's kind of like Regretsy, only AFTER the remorseful Etsy shopper has donated her bad purchase so the next fool can have it.<br /><br />I worked in a thrift store the summer after my freshman year in college. The donations were mind-boggling: stacks of Olivia Newton John and Barbara Streisand records, sequined monstrosities from the 80s, demonic boogle-eye babydolls, gigantic moldy hand-crocheted afghans from God-knows-when. Good times. One time, somebody donated pasties. Yeah, pasties. I was tempted to buy them and tell my parents they were my new work uniform.Krista Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09017787528159788218noreply@blogger.com