The post below, where I revealed that I bought an old hotel drawer pull that had been turned into a necklace, got me thinking. I'm not much of a shopper, and I generally only make "fun" purchases when they align with something special (hence the drawer pull necklace pictured below; I bought it to close the book, literally, on writing "Wilfair").
In short, I wouldn't describe myself as a "stuffist," a word Fair Finley uses with the Overboves when she first visits Motel Fairwil. I do adore experiences, and put my efforts, funds, and time there, if possible. But, every so often, a little something to summon an experience is lovely, too.
All that said, if I were to be completely honest, I'd say I am a stuffist when it comes to thrift store blazers, capes, and jackets. I have far too many for living in Los Angeles; it is rather ridiculous. I'm drawn to just about everything: plaid-n-prim, '60s-era chic, and a red coat that makes me think of the Queen from "Alice in Wonderland" (the collar is pretentiously high). Oh, my friend Stephanie calls me Madeline whenever I wear this one blue coat about town.
I love deals and I love sleuthing and I love picking through dusty racks. But as I live in LA, I compete with costumers searching to dress TV show and movie characters (and they have much keener eyes than I do). On occasion, though, I do find something spectacular and strange. Maybe I'll post a photo.
So, are you a stuffist? Or a stuffist in one area, like me and my vintage blazer obsession? Do tell.
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