Clotheshorsing Around

On Saturday I had my first brush with the most pernicious of my buying addictions: clothes. HCB took my car to run errands while I was at yoga, and afterwards, I found myself on Haight Street with an hour to spare. Haight Street is the undisputed Mecca of used clothing.

32 minutes later, I am the proud owner of:
one sexy GFFerre blouse ($45)
one slinky J. Mendel silk tank ($24)
two Michael Stars tees ($12 and $3!!!)
one C&C California tee ($13.50)
one James Perse tee ($12)
one saucy Mblem by Mandy Moore number ($11)
one no-name supercute striped tee ($10)

Hot Diggiteh! This Nothing New thing is no match for a Steely-Eyed Bargain Huntress such as myself.

32 minutes after that, at home:
HCB points out that one Michael Stars tee is stained (oddly, not the $3 one)
the C&C and James Perse tees are too short (I hate you, Long Torso)

Later that night:
My friend Liza says my sexy GFFerre top looks a little Renaissance Faire. (See me, Liza and my saucy wench stylings below.)

It seems my hunger for retail therapy rendered me blind and trigger happy.