thrift store shopping drama...

this post is dedicated to Alli, my Megathrift Buddy...

I just keep getting bigger. None of my clothes fit, which is fairly normal for someone who is this pregnant, but I love my clothes, and i miss them. And I am not one of those people who wants to, or can afford to, buy an entirely new maternity wardrobe.

Enter thrift store shopping. I found out before I even started showing (you know, 2 weeks ago, ha) that there is a local thrift store that has a great maternity section. I've gotten several great things from Gap, Old Navy, and Motherhood for $2-$5ish, which is not bad!

The other day, my fellow-preggo friend Allison and I made an impromptu trip to MegaThrift to check out the maternity section. We both left with a few finds and had a great time imagining what kind of people would wear those kind of maternity clothes (you know, the ones we didn't buy...)

Fast forward to this morning.

I pull the shirt out of the dryer (because the first rule of thrifting is to immediately wash all thrifted clothes...) and put it on.

heyyy, i look pretty cute in this shirt! It looks like normal-people clothes, not pregnant elf clothes!

I spend some time giving MC and Jackson directions about getting ready, then hang up my towel from showering.

ughhhh, i need to wash that towel. I thought it was brand-clean; why does it smell like a boda-man?!!? (for you non-ugandans, a boda-man is a bicycle-taxi driver in Uganda. imagine what a man smells like when he spends all day riding a bike with 1-3 passengers on the back up and down the hilly land of the Equator... sans deodorant...)

Throw the towel in the laundry bin and finish getting ready to go to lunch with the kids and my dad. Drive to lunch and mill around the parking lot while we wait for my dad. Decide to use the empty walmart bag and the spare couple of minutes to clean out my floorboard with the help of my kids. Bend over and wonder...

what in my car smells kind of mildewy and funky, like a thrift store??

Keep cleaning out the car. Eventually look over my right shoulder to talk to one or the other of the kids. Nose approaches armpit.

EWWWWW!!! something smells like old meat and onions! The Boda-man smell again! What IS that??? Nooooo!!!! It's me!!!!!

Needless to say, the shirt went back into the laundry pile as soon as we got home. I just keep wondering what kind of person with such a cute fashion sense would have that horrible a smell! (Which, come to think of it, was probably what the people at Waffle House were thinking about me during lunch! Ew!)

I have hopefully find a solution at the bottom of this article... vinegar in the rinse cycle. I am hopeful that my cute cute shirt won't have to go back to the thrift store! In the mean time, I'm headed upstairs for my second shower of the day... wish me luck!