My Goodwill Sweater

After a fruitful trip to Goodwill last week, I sent a couple sweaters to the dry cleaners. See me, I’d probably just wear the sweater straight out of the bag. Is that gross? The Husband thinks so, but he also finds my Goodwill fanaticism a little, well, embarrassing. It’s the circle of life, I tell him. I buy clothes from Goodwill. I wear clothes and then donate them to Miracle Hill. It’s a win for all. And it makes me feel good. To clothe my child this winter for $60 total? Yes, please.

I’m sorry, I totally felt the need to justify my Goodwill shopping. I don’t know why I did that. It’s way better than, say, using the CoinStar® machine. That shit is mortifying. It’s like, “I need money now and no, I can’t wait to roll my quarters and take them to the bank.”

So I have my sweaters dry cleaned. They come back, nice and neat and on padded hangers. I threw on some jeans, a white camisole and this red sweater. Not a spectacular outfit but it was also Monday, a day normally reserved for ratty jeans and long-sleeved t-shirts. I was way ahead of my game. Driving to work, I’m in an awesome mood, and then I see it. A strange, disconcerting stain that survived the dry cleaning chemical assault:

You be the judge.

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6 responses to “My Goodwill Sweater

  1. Dan Whipkey

    Were you around Monica Lewinsky?

  2. Hahaha! Go figure. You know I have a friend who shops at Goodwill all the time. She calls it the Boutique. I suppose a posh name might make it seem more, um…well, less, um, well, it’s a posh name. But it’s all in the name of good will, right? And you can’t beat the deals. Right? Right?

    • sarafraser

      Listen, I have no shame about my Goodwill love. And especially for the kid — I get decent stuff, but I don’t care if (WHEN) he ruins a shirt with paint or dirt or yeah.

      That said, some people hate it. The Husband says he can’t imagine digging through clothes for an hour to find two decent items. And for me, that’s the fun. It’s like a treasure hunt. For Baby Gap.

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