Yesterday, I went to the Out of the Closet thrift store (at Hollywood/Western) with my friend. I didn't go there because I wanted to buy anything--I was just there so I could hang out with my friend. Thrift stores aren't really my go-to stores, but I never tire of discovering precious vintage items at super-discounted price. But, unlike the previous stores I've been to, I found this boutique's men's collection a bit too lacking and tacky for my taste. There were discolored jumpers, humongous shorts, painfully overdecorated shirts, and dreadfully wide jackets. Absolutely nothing caught my interest.
As my friend noticed my increasingly restless disposition, she told me to go through their racks once again. I did, although with much hesitation. I went through racks and racks of long sleeves, short sleeves, jeans, chinos, jackets; I perused another rack, sifting through a thousand T-shirts. Although some tees were admittedly "cool" enough for me, they didn't register as long-term investment. That was until I saw something that clearly did not belong.
In the sea of printed, tie-dyed and ripped shirts, I unearthed a golden brown jacket. It was partially wrinkled but I thought it was perfect: it doesn't look used, the buttons are intact, and the fit was excellently on point. I would have preferred it be pencil fit, but of all the jackets I own/owned, this one is a winner. It had peaked lapels (which is so hard to find), sleeves that fell slightly above my wrists (not too high, not too low), a shapely body (it gave an illusion that I have a waist and not a rectangular abdomen), and natural shoulders (look Ma, no shoulder pads!). As an added bonus, it was within my price range!
So why didn't I buy it? First, I wanted to save money and I desperately need emergency funds. And second, purchasing clothes isn't particularly my priority right now. So, yes, I am fretting. All I have left is to admire it from a far distance! A very far distance.