I’m not quite sure how it happened. We weren’t an upper class family. We weren’t trendy, stylish or cool. Well, maybe my Sister was, but not the rest of us. 🙂 We cared little for status symbol clothing. We owned a few name brands, but always after they had enjoyed their hay day and were already “outdated” by pop-culture’s standards. In spite of all this, I still grew up shopping for clothes mostly, if not exclusively, at the mall. Even today, I cringe at the dollar amounts I would waste in Okemos. “Novi, oh Novi, how I hate thee, let me count the receipts!”
But one day, I met a girl. And that girl had two more sisters than I did(hence more shopping experience). And that girl taught me something profound. I could save a whole lotta’ money if I shopped for clothes somewhere other than the mall. You mean I didn’t have to have Z-Cavaricci jeans? You mean the Wrangler line is made in the same Pakistani sweat shop that those $60 Girbaud’s? This changes everything. That’s right folks, my wife opened up a whole new world of wardrobe warehouses to me. She would periodically show up wearing some snazzy new shirt, about which I would ask, “hey hot stuff, where’d ya get the new digs?” My eyes would bug out when she’d reply, “Oh this old thing? Tsk tsk…at Meijer”
What? Surely she jests! Nope. Walmart, Meijer, CVS pharmacy – all of them on her list of clothing store choices. OK fine, not CVS. I just wanted to make sure you were still reading. Anyway, it’s only gotten more frugal over the years. We now find clothing deals at stores that might make some of you cringe to think about. But, I love it. Jen has not only brought me down from my haughty, high end Hugo Boss hoodie wearing high horse, but she has also saved us gobs of money over many a year. Thanks, sweetie. You can go pick through the drop off point at the Salvation Army this weekend if you want to. I’m gonna be out with the boys scrap-metaling anyway.
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