I know I've been bad about updating, but I'm not conscience-stricken (I almost wrote scone, croissant, and conscious!) I don't have a "real" job yet. Details might be boring. I just don't feel like writing.

Anyway, I just noticed that someone stumbled on this blog by using google to search for "girly fashion blog". I also noticed that their visit length was 0 seconds. If they ever come back, I want to apologize. I'm sorry we haven't lived up to your expectations. (Re)becca and I try to outdo each other in cheap, quality clothing.

Me: "I like your shirt."
Becca: "Yeah, it's new."
Me: "Where'd you get it?"
Becca: "Ha! Union street thriftstore, thirty-nine cents."
Me: "Oh, I prefer St. Vincent's. It's better organized, and cleaner, and it has at least a few white people, not just Hispanics, so I don't feel like I'm in Mexico."
Becca: "Me too, but St. Vincent's is more expensive."
(Here we both laugh, because we're comparing two thrift stores, which never charge more than seven dollars for a shirt that, at one time, may have cost seventy somewhere else.)
Me: "Well, you get better quality at St. Vincent's, and a better shopping experience."
Becca: "But if the clothes are cheaper, you can afford to throw more stuff away if you don't like it."
Me: "You probably didn't notice, but I just bought a very well fitting pair of jeans at St. Vincent's."
Becca: "Yeah, and how much did it cost?" (mockingly) "three dollars?"
Me, reluctantly: "Four."
Becca: "Ha! plus tax! you could have gotten those for fifty cents at the Union thriftstore!"
Me: "Well, you just wait until the third tuesday of next month, when they have a sale on all pink tags. I'm going to go and buy all the clothes I need for school for under ten dollars!"
Becca: "Yeah? Well, I'm not even going to get store-bought new clothes for school. I might even garage-sale shop!"
(we both gasp)
Me: "Well, I'm going to buy my clothes by the pound at the Goodwill Outlet!"
Becca: "Well, I'm going to scrounge through trash bins and wear other people's old clothes!"
Me: "Well, I'm going to fashion my own free clothes from paper towels, Kleenex, and toilet paper - at home, where it's free!
Becca: "I'll make my own from cement, and I'll never have to change again!"
Me: "Well, don't come running to me when people start frying eggs on you on hot days!"