My brother said it best: “God made you big so you don’t spend all your money on clothes.” Sure, this statement hurt when I first heard it, but I have to agree with him—and so does my bank account. Ever since I was a munchkin, shopping with my mom at both thrift stores (she did love a bargain) and Saks Fifth Avenue (she also loved Gucci handbags), I have enjoyed the thrill of scrounging for that gem, that one item I wore so often that it became unrecognizable in a few years. And because I was on the heavier side, finding that great sweater or jacket in my size was rare.
Now that I am older, I still shop with the same gimlet-eyed precision. Luckily for me, one of the best thrift stores so happens to be in my neighborhood. Unique, as the name suggest, houses racks and racks of the chicest, yet most peculiar pieces. My leopard print booties and Daisy Duke-esque overalls (don’t worry, I don’t wear these often) all come from this, well, unique destination. And aside from Loehmann’s and Target, it is the only store within walking distance. That said, I still venture to the Saks and Barney’s sale more often than I wish to. But when it comes to my wardrobe, expect most things to be 20 dollars or less. And I still look like a million bucks—even with a size 36 waist.