In the realm of thrifting, there is some God-awful, ugly stuff.
Take this dress for instance: A long sleeved, froofy, suffocating monstrosity made all the more ridiculous in an eye-damagingly bright, red. As my dear mother would say, the number was in fact, “uglier than sin.”
Not surprisingly, the price tag read ten cents.
The stop-sign red hue of the “Christmas Day Nightgown” (as my colleagues fondly christened it), serving as a blatant forewarning for naïve bargain hunters, was not enough to hinder this blogger. My retail salivary glands were working at the rapidity of a rabid canine. Ten cents, why I can find a dime in the dirt! What a deal! With a spring in my step, I handed a quarter over to the cashier. Upon arrival at my apartment, the dress looked even uglier than I had remembered it. As always, every cloud has a silver (er…in this case, stuffy polyester) lining. This thing just needed a little TLC.
Now, most folks are frightened of the term “sewing.” To them, it may conjure up ghastly recollections from 7th grade Home Ec class projects gone awry. It signifies that “Vogue Patterns” instruction booklet and a ball of discount fabric from Jo-Anns sitting forlornly in the back of a closet in a heap of frumpy defeat. Not to fear, though. If I can do it, you (with utmost certainty) can do it with ease!
I simply chopped off the arms, hacked off a foot and a half of hem length, folded the hem over, ironed it, and stitched it up in order to avoid fraying.
Voila–A cute frock for pennies! Pretty nifty thrifty, huh?