thrift stores

Really, I’m not. Yet every time I’m at a second-hand store I always check the boys’ and girls’ clothing. I can’t help myself, there’s just always something to be found.

Once, while I was looking at the girls’ clothing at my local Salvation Army, I overheard two ladies bonding over finding ticks on their children, needing to buy winter coats for said children, and Florida. A bit random, but it was very cute and I like to imagine that both families now get together for play dates while wearing their thrifted coats.

Anyway, last time I was shopping, I found an awesome pair of pajamas (for 3.99) in the boys’ section.



One thing I want to know is why do they have heart buttons?
It intrigues me every night as I’m getting ready for bed.



Not that I want to be a pilgrim (or even associated with one), but for some reason I have weird pilgrim-ish clothing in my closet, so I figured why not take a picture for my Thanksgiving food post?

I got the dress at a Salvation Army for $4 a few months ago. It’s awesome in a colonial sort of way. The cute itty bitty chicks on my shoulder aren’t attached to the dress, I anchored them on for the picture.

Every year when Thanksgiving comes around I always think of King Missile, specifically their song “The Indians.”¬† (What’s that, you say you don’t know of King Missile? You should check them out! They’re only, oh I don’t know, the funniest band EVER!)

For your entertainment, here are the lyrics to “The Indians.”

The Indians lived all over this land before we came and killed them.
That was very bad of us.
We thought we needed the land,
But for the most part,
We just ruined it anyway,
And now, nobody can use it.
That’s the way we are.
We’re pigs.
One of my favorite foods to eat is called corn.
The Indians call it, “maize.”
We call the Indians, “Indians.”
This is because Columbus thought he was in India
When he first came to this land.
Some people say we should call the Indians, “Native Americans,”
‘Cause they were here in America before us,
But before us,
This land wasn’t called, “America.”
It was named “America” by a mapmaker who never even came here.
He just lived in Europe
And made maps and when he found out about this land,
He just made a map of it,
And just put his name on it,
‘Cause he could.
That’s the way we are.
We’re pigs.

As I was writing this,
A cockroach fell from the sky and onto the table.
I killed it,
‘Cause I did.
That’s the way I am.
This doesn’t really have very much to do with the Indians, though.
I guess I got kind of sidetracked.
Anyway, I hope you see my point.

I was originally thinking about making a posole and pumpkin stew for Un-turkey day, but I decided to make calzones instead, hoping to go as far away from tradition as possible. I think it worked….

We started off with a salad of romaine lettuce, purple cabbage, roasted sweet potato wedges and pomegranate seeds with an apple cider vinaigrette. My sister Susan apparently doesn’t like¬† pomegranate seeds, but that’s her problem (aka more for me).

I think my mom was a little scared when I told her I was making broccoli raab calzones, but everybody really loved them. I made a chickpea and sage puree to go on the side, along with tomato sauce and tangelo roasted carrots. The calzones had caramelized onions (deglazed with vermouth), garlic, pine nuts, broccoli raab, oil-cured black olives, and a couple of other things I’m forgetting.

The chickpea and sage puree had chickpeas, roasted garlic, fresh sage, olive oil, lemon juice, and salt + pepper. When I moved out I took my food processor with me, so I had to use a blender, but it turned out okay.

The tangelo roasted carrots were really good! I made a mixture of sesame oil, shoyu, tangelo zest + juice, and maple syrup and poured it over the carrots before they went in the oven.

Last but not least, for dessert we had individual gingerbread cakes with sauteed apples + cinnamon coconut whipped cream. Oh yeah, there was also a blackberry brandy reduction on the plate for a little sweetness and color.
The apples were a little mealy, and everyone agreed that they took away from the rest of the dessert. I bet warm applesauce would go better, maybe I’ll try that next time. Susan thought the gingerbread was a bit strong, but she has WASPy taste buds, so we can’t go by her.

Maybe it’s because I find all of my shoes either at second-hand stores or kicking around my parents house (um, don’t ask), but lately my shoes have been dropping like flies, and I don’t like it one bit. Take these so-horrible-they’re-awesome granny shoes that totally broke when I wore them to my ex-job at a cafe (in retrospect I realize this was a bad idea, but I was excited about them and wanted to show them off, can you blame me?):


They were only three dollars, and they lasted like, three days. Bummer. They even had cute little hearts on the back. I actually saw the same exact pair at the Salvation Army in New Paltz, but alas, they were size 9 and I’m just a 7 1/2. Anyway, the granny shoes broke during the middle (read: busiest part) of the day, and I had no choice but to tape them up and carry on to the best of my ability. It was a blow to my fashion sense, but I kept trudging along….

Then I found these suckers for $1 in Saugerties.
I loved them so much, but sadly, they also went kaput.

After the gold rush:

And then, after I made peace with the temporary death (temporary until I glue them together again or something) of the golden gals, I found the Keds.

It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?


If you can’t read between the lines, it actually says, “Keds, they feel good – until you wear them in the rain and notice your right foot is starting to become soaking wet.”


Aaah……you kinda suck.


Guess it’s back to my trusted Merrell walking shoes until they die or I find some more new used shoes, whatever comes first.


Oh, while we are on the subject of shoes, I just found out about a vegan boutique in Chatham called Cow Jones Industrials (hmm, what’s with their name if it’s a vegan place?). I haven’t been there yet but how rad is it to have a vegan shoe store in upstate NY? Check it here.