When I pull clothing items off the thrift store rack, I sometimes like to image who used to own them.

This purple floral blouse made by Pykettes was probably previously owned by a jovial woman named Berta. Maybe she lives in a quaint little abode that is sometimes mistaken for a doll house. Her favorite word is BINGO. However, her favorite game is Scrabble which she plays with her pug Peter. She’s a kind woman but a little dirty. She spends her Saturday mornings fantasizing about the 22 year old milk man.

My pleated skirt is made by Bently (no “e”) and more on the put together serious side.

It was most likely owned by someone named Victoria or possibly Patricia. Whatever her name, after winning the lottery, she purchased a castle and took up the hobby of buying expensive felines and going to cat shows on the weekdays. And since she is rich, she only drinks martinis.

I try to wear mostly thrifted but I still incorporate items I have collected over the years.

These checkered tights are owned by my 16 year old superhero self. She likes to go to Subway with her mask on and freak out the boys behind the counter by calling them by their first names. They have no idea how she knows their names.

Um . . . yeah. I don’t have many photos from that age, just these ones where I’m . . . posing with a construction paper super hero mask. I was a cool kid.

I purchased these Oh Deer! vinyl high heels for a Sex in the City party several years ago. The morning after, I went to the grocery store with my boyfriend and wore these heels with plaid pajama pants and a sweater. I got some mean house wife glares.

I need this hair hat by Nagi Noda to wear with my Oh Deer! heels.

Oh DEER! This post is late! Sorry if you came earlier and found nothing. This designer is exhausted from drawing Tom Sullic fishes.

Photographer: Kelly Lynae Robinson

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