I have a grubby little secret. When I’m running late in the morning and have five minutes to get dressed, pack my lunch, lather my legs in lotion, and pee (because I spend way too long drying my hair and drinking my coffee), I do the unthinkable: I reach for yesterday’s clothes.
Well, not ALL of yesterday’s clothes. Just the bottoms. And well, it’s not that unthinkable, recycling clothes. According to online friends from the posher parts of the world (Europe), it’s actually a norm there to wear the same outfit two to three days in a row.
Gross! Unhygienic! Disgusting! were my initial reactions. I would never do that! And I still wouldn’t (hellooo, hot tropical dirty country over here) but I guess there are exceptions— like basic nondescript bottoms. For my sake, I always hang my worn-only-once bottoms up properly (on a rack or on the back of a chair) and blast them with Human Nature disinfectant spray before re-wearing. It’s not gross, okay! I bet you do it, too.
Anyway, here are a few photos of myself today, in my current go-to shorts and flats. The flats need replacing, at least according to my mom who texted me this morning after I had left for work, asking why I wore them. I’ve been inspecting them all day… can’t say she’s wrong, can’t say I really care.
(Maybe just a little.)
I haven’t gone thrifting in what must be over a month. Unfortunately, I won’t have time until next next weekend, unless 24-hour thrift shops suddenly sprout all over the metro.