Flea Finds Fo Fun!

Get it? Fe Fi Fo Fum! Okay, it wasn't really that funny... I happily spent early Sunday doing some low-cost shopping, which was especially exciting because thrift stores are pretty much a non-entity in NYC, and this was the closest I've come to that in a while. Here's what I came back with from the Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary Tag Sale in Williamsburg:

Vintage Sasson cotton jacket. It's missing one of the epaulets on the shoulder, so I just removed the other one, and we're good. It's enjoying some much-needed time at the dry cleaner's, which will cost more than the amount I paid for it -- $6! And that $6 goes to help kitties and puppies and goats! Wee!
And speaking of Sasson, check out these sick-ass boots on eBay.


And I got these totally wack, completely unnecessary 1970s trivets for $5 total. Appropriately, they say "Hot." You can practically hear a porned-out disco beat radiating out of the repeating waves of "hot."
Of course, someone had to get a whiff of decades past.


And because it was cheaper than a coffee, I got this Etienne Aigner pin set. They're like tie tacks. Weird. What will I do with it? Probably nothing, but it was $3. And speaking of coffee, I got an iced coffee at El Beit up the street on Bedford, and it was absolutely repulsive. Worst. I'd never been before. The Yelpers seem to like it, so maybe it was just an off day?


Over at Beacon's Closet, some of my used items ACTUALLY PASSED hipster muster, and I cashed in my store credit for these limited-edition Ice Cream sneaks, which I found in the men's section, but they're like a women's size 7. You should've seen my boyfriend's face when I brought them home -- he looked like I'd brought home a headless chicken. His disdain only made me like them MORE. They're really cute, and I will PROVE THAT TO HIM. Oh, they were like $21.


With the $5 credit I had left, I got these reeeedangdonkulous vintage plastic earrings:

Yay! Total cost was about $16 for all of the above, since I had store credit for my consigned stuff.

Finally, more shots of Rory -- he always seems to have his bad little head down when I take photos, but his "uncle" was over, and he was aholdin' him tight, so here are some pix that don't involve him frantically sniffing my new purchases: