After checking in with the House about the pending status of my job (I do have the job–I was supposed to be training, but an error in communication led me astray for the evening), I wandered into Vintage Thrift on 3rd Avenue.

It’s amazing, and I’ve always found vintage/ thrift shops to be a little eerie. I rarely shop consignments, have a hard time seeing myself in someone else’s clothes. But this: oh. I was lured in by the reptile skulls in the window, and caught dazzled in the entrance by the vintage, crushed gold velvet Oscar de la Renta dress on display.

I didn’t try it on, but most likely I’ll be back there tomorrow or sometime soon to pick it up (if it’s still remaining–research exposes the store’s popularity–this is one of the best vintage shops in New York City.)

Combing the racks, I found skirts by my favorite, Max Mara, See by Chloe, and Kate Spade. Not all items were vintage. The Kate Spade skirt I tried on was last year’s winter season, and tres cute. It’s a size 4, and while I’m a 00-0, I considered just splurging on the alterations. Same with the Chloe.

What I really, really couldn’t get passed was the vintage Armani tweed blazer. I tried it on three times, but couldn’t make a decision. I’m a horrible shopper. The style, while it suited my skinny pants and riding boots, felt distinctly hipster. Wearing it felt like a style I haven’t done, had been resisting. It was too big, but when I rolled up the sleeves (which is “trademark Lizzie” style) and drew back my shoulders, it looked better.

Excuse the self-serving iPhone mirror image. I sent this off to my mother and friends for second and third opinions. Everyone said buy it. When I unrolled the sleeves, it looked dowdy. I wanted a man’s opinion, but who to send this to? (Once upon a time, I could have sent a gross mass text to my weight staff and received my answer in seconds. They were all men, very opinionated, who I loved very much.) Inside the pockets were clean tissues folded into squares. It’s a dead woman’s jacket. I imagined her as older, caring, someone’s grandmother. Maybe she wasn’t very nice. Had she lived in Gramcery? Who could tell.

I have got to go shopping. But with what time? For an unemployed person (I have a job), I am very busy:

Blue Smoke called me today to set up an interview. Tomorrow, I’m doing that at 2:30. Then it’s off to the House for my second shift training. I received the schedule tonight via email, and in addition to one training shift, I’m on Wednesday and Sunday. The priority trial shift is Tuesday at 11:00AM, and I hope they make me an offer I can live with. If not, I’ll go on to this other interview at sometime on Wednesday or Thursday. I haven’t even written it in my planner because, let’s be honest, by then I expect to have a job. (And possibly some designer vintage threads…)

Soon.