These are my resort-themed Mom capris: They’re covered in colorful hibiscus-print, and have the names of exotic locales like “Martinique” and “St. Lucia” stamped all over them, in a font that can only can be described as “Tiki-esque.”  They’re high-waisted and saggy-legged and cut at the most unflattering part of

Ok – let’s face it, who really enjoys the shit show people go through on Black Friday? I for one, absolutely hate it. Maybe that makes me a wannabe broke-ass since I am not willing to put myself through hell to save a few bucks, but I don’t care. First

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  Just when you’d decided never to leave the apartment without utter life-or-death necessity again this summer (the city’s a freak show! It’s hot as balls! The line in Duane Reade is anxiety attack-inducingly long and the whole damn town is crawling with tourists who stop at random in the

Welcome to the mid twentieth century in beautiful Alameda! If you were swept out to sea, on what kind of island would you hope to seek refuge? A mysterious, tropical island filled with your hot travelmates, like in Lost? Gilligan’s Island? This crazy-ass cluster of islands for rich people? Well,

I have a special place in my heart for the Goodwill (and other everyday thrift stores). We go way back, starting in high school when I would wander through the Jersey malls, bewilderedly thinking Really? This is how I’m supposed to dress? And I’d say I have probably purchased 98%

Moving sucks. Moving to a better apartment is always great, but the process is usually a huge pain in the ass. Pretty much the only other good thing about it is that you usually end up finding a bunch of shit you forgot you even had. Sometimes this works out

Ever since I started dressing myself, I’ve been shopping in thrift stores.  I’m pretty sure it’s long gone now, but when I was growing up there was an AMAZING one in the Clairemont area of San Diego called Action Thrift.  It was the size of a grocery store and because

When most people think of thrift stores, images of cheap treasures, old fur coats, and amazing shit from the seventies usually comes to mind. But in reality, most of the thrift stores in New York are a huge ripoff and feature bloated prices on all things “vintage”, and are picked