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Let me begin by saying that I am an old hippie who prides herself on never selling out. I am not a consumer. I do not shop except to buy groceries. I don own a cell phone, car, TiVo, iPhone, expresso maker or even a toaster for that matter. I can remember the last time I bought any new clothing. I buy everything I want or need at garage sales, yard sales and thrift stores. I love shopping at those places because you never know what outrageous, radical, one-of-kind finds you can get, which can be said of department store clothing.

If you want to know the whole truth, I buy everything there, and that means shoes, nightgowns, bathing suits, bras, nylons and, yes, underwear. You can find underwear that appears brand new Lebron Shoes Sale Online. I love being original, and I love it when shopaholics ask me where I got a particular piece of clothing.

Here the point of this post: A good friend, a long-time friend who is very familiar with my recycle approach to fashion, recently gave me a mink cloche hat that she had inherited. She said it was too small for her head. She loves me purely and deeply, and did not make any petty little jokes about the irony of my wearing it with my assorted pre-owned clothing. In fact, she gave me a down coat to wear with it.

I had to ask myself how I felt about this mink cloche. (I know it a cloche because I looked up online hats for sale to write this post.) I admit I look stylish in it. I tilt it at a jaunty angle and all I need is Hollywood sunglasses to pass as glam. But is it me?

Absolutely it not me. Not when I am also wearing my comfortable pre-worn jeans with the holes in the knees, my sweatshirts emblazoned with the name of some college I have never even visited, the socks with animal characters on them that some kid once must have been proud of and my $5.00 boots with the orange shoelaces.

And we have to talk about the fact that it is fur. Maureen, the friend that gave me the hat, suggested I tell people that it was made from road kill. I know I didn buy it and never would, but does that make me less culpable? I am frankly ashamed to be seen in fur, however glamorous I imagine I look in it Top Lebron XII For Sale.

So I put it on for fun and walk around feeling like I stick out like a diamond in a pimp incisor: tacky. As the song used to go: I am funky but chic. My kids get a temporary kick out of it. I have the satisfaction of knowing it would make at least one of my sisters jealous if I were a small enough person to wear it in front of her, which I am not.

And wear do I wear such a thing? Certainly not when I go to volunteer with the homeless. Not when I am browsing at the thrift store. Not when I am riding my bicycle to get around, as I usually always am since it my only source of transportation. The wind might pull it right off my head. I decided I might wear it to the upwardly mobile town I needed to visit to see my doctor, but the day came and I lost my nerve. I think the world will know I am an imposter. A poor woman who owns nothing of value but goes around styling in a mink hat. Such ostentatiousness Buy Kobe 9 Online! Such pretentiousness. It not me. I am earth woman. A simple woman with simple tastes and a house full of fourth-hand furniture.

So I guess I should have told her to keep her mink hat, not to throw her pearls before swine. But how was I to know how ill-fitting the thing would be until I took it for a walk. I guess I don regret pawning my two diamond wedding rings after all.