While we were in Louisville, we went to a couple of thrift stores. I don’t know what I like more about thrift shopping – amazing finds or amazingly bad finds.
I think I like the bad ones better. Take a picture and move along. No need to use up any closet space. Jess and I laughed for a good twenty minutes at how fugly some of the dresses were. They had an entire section of clothes that could double as birth control. If’n you know what I mean.
Check out this sweater.
A sweater so hideously ugly, it comes right back around to being totally awesome.
Ok, I must admit … I bought it. In my defense, we’re invited to an ugly sweater party in December. And do sweaters get any uglier? Only if they have kittens on them. And even that’s debatable.
I’m sorely tempted to wear this bad boy to work. Just to see if anyone says anything.
as perfect as that would be for an ugly sweater party- i could totally see this on a high fashion editorial spread.. because the fashion world baffles me!! excellent find!
There was a woman in my store that my sister knew. She couldn’t stop raving about what a beautiful sweate it was!
After the ugly sweater party you can use that for your audition to Dancing with the Stars.
I could also use it to lead a marching band!
That would be perfect for singing gigs.
That is pretty darn ugly.
I think I could maybe pull it off at a show. Now I want to try it and see!
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