Used

on 05 December 2007

So, Whimsy asked me to tell you something truly weird about myself...and I've racked my brain and this is what I have come up with.

I CAN NOT wear used clothing. CAN NOT.

And here is why. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT HAS BEEN.

I donate clothes to the Goodwill, Salvation Army, what have you, but I cannot even go into one of their stores.

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The Husband has a 3-piece baby-blue plaid suit circa 1970 that he bought in a Goodwill and just seeing it hanging in the closet gives me the heebie-jeebies.

I can't stop thinking about the people who might have worn the clothes. And what if they didn't wear underwear? What if they didn't bath? What if they were sweaty nasty crack whores? What if they were in a gang fight while wearing _________ ?

The Husband has tried to talk me down with the whole "They wash everything that they receive at the donation sites before they put it out to be sold!" argument. But I don't CARE. The fact remains that at some point someone nasty could have worn those pants and I CANNOT WEAR THEM.

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I've been thinking about this recently because, dude, we are with child and children's clothes--they are expensive. And I could potentially save a great deal of money by buying children's clothes used. I just don't know if I can swing it mentally. I mean...the child thing is weird enough, but someone else's kid, someone else's poop etc. But then potentially we're thinking about someone else's house and the things that go on there...what if they weren't clean? What if they just let the kids LAY in the poop? What if they were like Britney Spears? There are people who do this sort of thing!

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The problem is, I don't know which side of my brain is stronger, the side that is grossed out by used clothes or the side that is CHEAP. Stay tuned for this ongoing drama.

3 comments:

Tess said...

My husband is only okay with used clothes for AD if they come from someone we know. I don't care either way but then again I'm not cheap so I don't mind buying all new either.

You might still be able to get used clothes from people you KNOW, if that doesn't skeeve you.

Sarah said...

I too get the heebie-jeebies at Goodwill but I got over it a couple of months ago when I saw a huge sign that said "Costume Headquarters." I got super cute costumes for the kids there for $5. I looked in the baby section since I was there and I needed clothes for their 72 hour kits and "Emergency Outfits" for the car (read: Puke Contingency Plan). I found tons of clothes with the tags still on! Yes, I still washed them but the heebie-jeebie factor was a non-issue. I found other used stuff that still looked great too (and really, we're hoping we won't need emergency outfits, aren't we?) You'll get over it once the pit turns into a clothes horse (which will be faster than you think). Did I mention that I've been having girl vibes?

Jeff said...

Cheap... cheap wins EVERY time... and you can find quality suits like the one the Husband has... just don't make 'em anymore. Sometimes you gotta compromise. :)