That bay is awfully wide, isn't it, Sparky?
and I'm short, so sometimes I'm kind of hard to see. I owe you email, Spidra...
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That bay is awfully wide, isn't it, Sparky?
and I'm short, so sometimes I'm kind of hard to see. I owe you email, Spidra...
{{vw}} If the sandwich is too much trouble I've gotten a decent meal or two eating peanut butter straight from the jar with a spoon. Protein, calories, and tasty. Nosh on an apple and the whole thing's relatively nutritious.
I have never been a successful thrifter. I love the idea of it, but I can never find anything.
That's why one must rely on experts. I can do smash and grab shopping well, but for an all out assault, I need Kat.
I think with thrifting, if I understand the secret, is to not be looking for anything specific, because you're just setting yourself up for a letdown. If you're just browsing, that's when you find the amazing ass-flattering gold sequin-ed pants for $2.
Or so I'm given to understand.
We live in a tough area for thrifting, MG. So much competition here. Things were better in the days before vintage stores. ::Hawks chewing tobacco into spittoon. Thumbs suspenders.::
Epic, I still have an unclaimed couch in Berkeley.
Woot! I'm still at the pencil-me-in-lightly phase as I work on details between work and school and etc. But I'm very excited at the prospect!
Ponders whether to try to read any history in the F2F thread, or just skip to today...
When are you thrifting, JZ? I think that might make me happy.
Dunno yet. Saturday, most likely, if that suits Lee.
Ooh! We could go to Valencia Street too -- that has loads of vintage and thrifty stuff that I never get to check out because I usually only go to that area with Hec and Emmett, whose collective vintage and thrift tolerance is... let's see, nuthin' minus nuthin', carry the zero... red-hot blazing hate.
From way back....
I watched the first two episodes of Top Chef last night, and I am hooked. I can't wait for the next episode.
I usually only go to that area with Hec and Emmett, whose collective vintage and thrift tolerance is... let's see, nuthin' minus nuthin', carry the zero... red-hot blazing hate.
I beg to differ, ma'am. When I was there in November, I went to one of the thrift stores on Valencia with Hec and Emmett -- in fact, I'm pretty damn sure that Hec suggested it -- and watched them scavenge with the intensity of vultures.