And Goodwill To All

I have to show you something.

Ain’t it grand? Trust me. In person, this purse is life-changing. Maybe it looks too patent-leathery here. Too shiny. Too black? Not enough white? Not so in real life. It’s perfection. And here’s the kicker: it was $9.99! I love Goodwill (is it Good Will? It should be.) I’ve wanted to talk about this for some time on my other blog — the one that shall go unnamed — but never have, because I haven’t wanted to let the secret out. Because then, I’ll have to share my spoils. But it’s Christmas. So, here goes: the Goodwill in Point Loma, California has changed my life. I now am able to buy the camel-colored short corduroy jacket I thought was too frivolous at full retail price. Black Nine West stilettos? In the bag. So too the Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. At $1.29, I trust they are fakes, but the DG insignia on the frames won’t tarnish for a good month, which is way longer than I’ve managed to hold onto sunglasses anyway. Soon, I will post a photo montage of my greatest Goodwill hits, but for now, my hands are too busy caressing the supple pursey goodness of my new handbag. I feel renewed and refreshed. Anything is possible with this bag. Seriously, I feel my vigor restored, my digestion aided, my headache gone. Time to find my husband. I love Goodwill!