So the other day anarqueso was in town and she was up for a trip to the Bins. The Bins have moved since the article (which I should warn you has some gross bits) linked in the previous sentence was published, and I hadn’t been there since they moved, so it was actually sort of surprising to see the changes. In brief: more space, cleaner. However, they’re still chock full of dust, disintegrating fabric, and the undefinable conglomeration of other substances that make you itch after you’ve been there any length of time.
The coolest thing I found that I did not purchase was a workbook on proper English from the late fifties. It weighed probably five pounds and since at the Bins you pay by the pound this was significant. However I took some pictures:
I think most of us keep our ideas in overalls these days. If that.
What I bought: some curtains the color of the cat, which he seems to think serve as camouflage; a black-and-white houndstooth jacket that I wore today even though it was way too hot (anyone else afflicted with the compulsion to wear seasonally inappropriate clothing just because it’s new?); and the prize: nearly brand new men’s Armani Collezioni wool trousers, brown, and pinstriped in an interesting diagonal. I am getting them hemmed but otherwise they fit weirdly well.
anarqueso may or may not choose to describe her own acquisitions. She is a lovely companion in thrifting and other endeavors and I’m really glad she visited.
Oh, and we saw this car in the parking lot, though no one inside immediately seemed like the sort of people who would own it:
It was even more Goth than it looks.