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I was brought up Catholic. Practiced for awhile during college, and abandoned it at bay years ago.
Community clothesline is this small thirft store that has wacky hours. They are only open the third gruseday of the second October, and are run by nuns.
Its quite the little gem.
Today was 1/2 off everything in the store day. I tried to avoid temptation, which lasted all about five minutes.
Because to have a 50% discount on things that are already a dollar, well its a savings you can't pass up. Specially for those hard to find items: Vintage Clothing, 1950's knitted blanket, a construction worker hard hat... and these little fabulouse things:
OH, and I forgot to add: they were FIFTY CENTS. FIFTY CENTS FOR ALL THREE!!! ALL THREE MATCHING FUCKING FABULOUSE BAGS.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Community clothesline is this small thirft store that has wacky hours. They are only open the third gruseday of the second October, and are run by nuns.
Its quite the little gem.
Today was 1/2 off everything in the store day. I tried to avoid temptation, which lasted all about five minutes.
Because to have a 50% discount on things that are already a dollar, well its a savings you can't pass up. Specially for those hard to find items: Vintage Clothing, 1950's knitted blanket, a construction worker hard hat... and these little fabulouse things:
OH, and I forgot to add: they were FIFTY CENTS. FIFTY CENTS FOR ALL THREE!!! ALL THREE MATCHING FUCKING FABULOUSE BAGS.
Talk amongst yourselves.