Gold Shorts

Who knew I was a short shorts kindofa girl? Well. There actually have been a few clues along the way. I did spend a lot of time in Roller Derby hot pants afterall- so maybe this was a natural progression really...

I have often said that it isn't so much that I find great pieces of clothing as much as they find me. These shorts are a pretty good example of this happening. There I was. Minding my own business and ambling up Queen St after a lovely coffee date with a friend. As I neared the recycle boutique- I thought I would just pop in ever so quickly and have a quick look at their wares. My rack skimming skills are particularly good in a store like this I must say- and my well trained eyes pored over the different colours and patterns. Like a BOSS. Now the Recycle Boutique has a pretty good business model I must say. They sell your clothes on behalf- and will give you 50% of whatever they get for them. If your article has not sold within a set time frame- they will reduce it by 50%. If it still isn't sold within the next set time frame then you get the option to take it back- or they can donate to charity on your behalf. Pretty much everyone is a winner this way.

Now I have a pretty good history with the recycled boutique overall. I don't find amazingness EVERY time I wander in- but when I do. Woah doggy. I have been known to ponder how on earth these peices havn't been discovered by anyone else before me. Especially when by the time I have found them they have been reduced by 50%. It should be un-possible but I guess it's fate. I am supposed to find them and liberate them of their retail prison to take them home foe a long and happy free range existence in the wardroom. Makes for a better bargain story that way too really.

So back to my shiney shiney disco shorts! You may already have guessed where this story is going- but by the time these shorts found me- they were 50% off the original price.  (which incidentally I would have been happy to pay...) They came home with me for the bargain price of $20.00. Turns out you can put a price on my happiness afterall...