Dear Tif aka Dottie Angel, I have a confession

First of all, before we get to my thriftiest of thrifty addictions, I must say that my heart leapt with joy at the opportunity to win your most lovely 'ordinary extraordinaries' vignette. I must have been so dumbfounded by the prospect of receiving such a beautiful prize that my brain melted out my ears a bit, and I truly had it in my addled mind that your little contest ended on Sunday.

Imagine my sadness to read that you had chosen a winner yesterday, (Oh drats!) when I had been scheming for my 'dottie-angel-esque' confessional post ALL. WEEK. LONG!

No matter. (((Sniffle))) I'll bite my lip to stop it from trembling, be brave and forge on! For you've inspired me to look within and confess my deepest, darkest thrifting obsession...

Anyone who has been reading my blog for some time would know that I hold in high-esteem what I like to call the HOLY TRIUMVIRATE OF ACCESSORIES. I am very rarely seen in public without at least one, if not all three elements in my ensemble. They are:

Over-sized sunglasses



Big earrings




and the root of my closet disorganization/my addiction...
SCARVES
My name is Sarah, and I am a scarf-a-holic.







There, I said it!

I do not discriminate against wearing scarves in warmer weather though...I'll wear knit, jersey, new vintage, handmade, silk! My particular poison is with the combination of vintage+silk.

It started out innocently enough. .50 cents here, .99 cents there. Vintage silk scarves were to be found everywhere, pretty and cheap...calling to me "TAKE ME HOME!" from their prison cells, mixed into caged bins with single gloves, patchwork leather purses from the 80's and loose belt buckles.

I take moments like these as my cue to gently take a corner, slide the scarf out from it's entrapment, rub it softly against my cheek and say "Don't worry pretty one. You kind of smell like an over abundance of grandma perfume now, but I will take you home, give you a bath, then take you out on the town!"

This is a scenario that has played out in thrift stores all over New England.

I knew my addiction had reached a new level when I saw this lovely on Ebay.

"$9.99!" my angelic conscience gasped, "I could never! I usually pay no more than a dollar for a silk scarf!"
"But look at the pretty colors!" my inner thrifty-devil retorted.
"Plus shipping it would be almost $15!!!"
"But it's Vera."
"..."
"Orange and teal, vintage, beautiful, silky Vera."
"..."
"I'd bet you pay much more than that for a new couture scarf at a department store!"
"Sold."

So, I bid. And I won. Of course I did, what other lunatics would be out there spending $15 on a 23" square of material!

The precious was mine!!! Mine!!!



How many scarves do I have you ask? Just as you, dear Tif, counted your stools for your confession post, I counted my silk scarves as well.

31

31 silk scarves live in my closet, as well as countless knit and jersey scarves and a healthy collection of bandannas and kerchiefs.

I have even started to rub off on my fur-babies.



I have gone too far.

Love, Sarah