Connie is my friend. We’ve been friends since we were single and had no kids. Now we have eight kids between us. (This may seem like a repeat of the last blog, but the ending is even better!) We have many similar addictions, including but not limited to: collecting Fiestaware dishes, garage saling, loving a blue and yellow kitchen, chotshky old quilts, re-upholstering furniture, gardening, homeschooling, scrapbooking, playing games, framing pictures of our kids and she is the one who introduced me to Goodwill. (Even before Darla!)
That’s all well and good, but Connie also introduced Larisa, my then 13-year-old non-thrift-store-shopper, to Goodwill and boy, did we have a laugh-til-you-cry time of it! At the mention of a Goodwill store, Larisa’s lips turned up a bit, like when you’re smelling a distasteful odor, but you can’t quite figure out where it’s coming from. She had never shopped at a USED clothing store. She was grossed out at the thought of wearing pre-owned clothing. You would have thought we told her that we were going to pick through a garbage dump in Mexico! So we made the most of it. (I’ll admit that I originally fostered the same feelings and lip-curling, but I had been won over by this point in time.)
We were heading to the mecca of recycled merchandise with Connie and her three daughters who were quite accustomed to shopping at Goodwill. Larisa’s lips were stuck in the “bad smell” position. Larisa started asking questions like, “Do you try on the clothes in the store?” (…. and the F U N began…..) I don’t quite remember which of us gave the terrifying answers to Larisa, but we all joined in the mortifying fun without cracking a smile!
Us: “Yes, but there are no fitting rooms.”
Larisa: “Then where do you try them on?”
Us: “You try them on over a bathing suit.”
Larisa, horrified: “WHERE?”
Us: “Right in the aisles.”
Long pause for embarrassing mental images on Larisa’s part.
Us, reassuringly, “Don’t worry, we stand close and make a circle around you so no one sees.”
Another one of us: “Didn’t you wear your bathing suit underneath your clothes?”
Us: “Don’t worry, we’ll get you one there, so you can try on the clothes.”
Larisa: “…. um…. ewww…..”
And we let her believe it all until we were in the store and she saw the dressing rooms. It was priceless. To this day, when we are heading to Goodwill, with Connie and her girls, or Darla and her girls, we ask Larisa if she has on her bathing suit so she can try on the clothes. Bwahahahahahahaha!
Larisa has come a long way… last weekend, she wasn’t impressed when I ventured off to TWO Goodwill stores without her… on 50% off day!!! So she jumped in the car and went by herself! Thatta girl!