junk in my trunk

There is actual real junk in my trunk, and I mean this in the literal sense.  There is nothing that I enjoy more than to discover vintage treasures, or thrift store clothing.  My mother always did say I had an eye for cr*p.  Actually, my dear mother would never use such a vulgar word, but this is how I interpreted her compliment. 

When I was I college, I bought what I thought was a fabulous jacket at a thrift store on Troost  street in Kansas City.  If you know KC at all, Troost  in the 80’s was synonymous with you “better be packing” or just be young and stupid enough not to care.   I fell into the latter category being only 18 at the time.  My fabulous, basketball star boyfriend at the time was appalled when I told him where I found my jacket and his response was “only poor people shop at thrift stores.” And my tart reply back was,” I’m in college nitwit, I am poor.” I was never one to let anyone shame me for what I saw was their myopic view of style, and beauty. There was always something in me that knew that I knew, and I have carried this with me all of my life.

Fast forward to 2024.  Chronologically, I am no longer that college girl and while I am now on the downhill slide of life I have only honed even more, my skills for finding junk to put in my trunk because the stakes are higher...I’m curating a home, finding eccentric clothing to add excitement to my pedestrian middle-aged wardrobe and creating an interesting life here in Nashville, TN.  To be continued…