Z is for Zilch

shirt: thrifted belt: thrifted pants: Agaci

bracelet: NY&CO earrings: NY&CO

Zilch


yeah, k i'm gonna brag, but just for a teensy bit. Yah see that outfit? Cost me almost zilch amount of bucks.
let me tell ya ladies, I owned the thrift store that day- completely owned it. Usually its stinkiness and ruler of all messiness kicks my toosh. BUT NOT TODAY. 
And lemme tell you, not only did I conquer the thrifting world that day but met some gentlemen that I named Mr. Harley and Monsieur Beret. Sure they're literally a bit off their rockers and I think Mr.Harley was homeless, haha but I'd seriously never had so much fun shopping. 
After snatching up my crown jewel, I floated down the antique section - and yes I floated, seriously still on cloud 9 from finding that incredible purse. 


And there he was, Mr.Harley. He was oohing and ahhing over a Harley Davidson Motorcycle Toy. No, seriously he really was, I've never seen anyone that excited before. He kept circling it just oohing and ahhing. He even ran to poke the store clerk in the arm and point to it and oohhing and ahhing. It made me smile because Mr.Harley was like a sweet little boy in a candy store and he was just so darn happy. He caught me smiling at him and gave the toothiest smile I'd ever seen. Usually that would freak me out, but he was so sweet that I couldn't stop my smile from taking over my face. 
Then it happened, 
a fresh load of belts dumped onto the table by the entrance. Ladies- i've never seen so many belts in my life, 
seriously someone was obsessed. There were mountains of them and they were all different lengths,colors, and styles.  
So naturally I dove in. 


Mr. Harley was still ranting and raving over his find while I started trying on belts. too big. too small. ewww what is on this thing? wayyy too small. 
"Those are some really nice belts aren't they?"
I look up to see Monsieur Beret standing on the other side of the pile. Imagine Mr.Rogers but in a beret. made.my.day. 
"Yes, those are very nice belts."
All I could do was nod my head back as Monsieur Beret left the store. two minutes later- hey it took me a while, seriously ya'll have no idea how many there were.
"These are really nice belts."


 guess who? Monsieur Beret was back for belt diving.
"yeah, theres so many of them too!" 


Monsieur Beret gave his Mr.Rogers smile and started sifting through the pile. 
then he dropped a belt.
Mr. Harley saw it drop, shuffled over, and picked it up silently holding it up to the back of Monsieur Beret, but he was too busy belt diving. Mr. Harley did notice however that I was watching. He gave me another toothy grin and took the belt and tried it on the same way I was trying on mine...haha which was super high around the waist. 
He started taking belt after belt and trying them on like me, and when he saw me trying on one that he liked, he shared his toothy smile and when it didn't fit, he was able to kinda of say "too small too small" as he poked at his belt to show me the right way. 


Needless to say, Mr.Harley picked me out a good one :] I love it. 




p.s. did you enter the giveaway?