I've mentioned the bins a few times, and never really gave an actual definition of what the heck I'm talking about. Well let me explain. The bins are a nickname for the Goodwill Outlet stores, and consists of a big warehouse with rows and rows of plastic bins on wheels. You dig through everything looking for what you want, and pay by the pound. The only organization is books, clothes, and everything else. And I mean everything. I usually find something "moist" (which is why I wear gloves), and totally smelly torn up clothes, but on the flip side, my boss has found a Chanel bag and Hermez scarf, and while I have yet to find such treasures, most of my shop comes from the bins. I've also found some totally awesome cheesy stuff I take pictures of that I don't want to take home, but don't want to forget.
I mean, look at that picture. Its a wizard being accompanied by a unicorn and a dragon, with a rainbow emerging from a lighting crystal ball. Can you handle all of that?
Really I love the bins, as smelly and dirty as it is. Because it's like a treasure hunt, and the thrill of finding something underneath all of that garbage is pretty satisfying. Basically I dig through junk so you don't have to :)
Skirt-The Urban Eccentric