Head scarf - from my mom
Bow scarf thing – is actually the shirt I wore underneat that has a bow collar
40s winter coat - second hand
Vintage leather bag - second hand
Boots – second hand

Stupid face but better picture of beloved bag.

Suss with lovely earrings!

At the thrift store I found the books I mentioned wanting to read in my last book post and was very pleased with that. (though it’s no big surprise since she’s a fairly big writer in Sweden so her books are pretty much always at thrift stores here) They were 5 kr each.

Then Suss & I went into town so that I could force myself to do something I really dislike doing; buy underwear. I was cleaning out my underwear drawer this morning and realised I only had four pairs left that didn’t have holes in them, haha! Before I have had a vague plan that when I had run out of underwear I would have learned to sew my own but when I did try a few months ago the result was terribly crappy and now my sewing machine won’t sew for some reason. So I made my first thought through exception from the buy nothing plan. Though underwear and pantyhose have always been on the maybe allowed-list. Haven’t run out of either before though so I haven’t had to do it.
Anyway it was quite a pain underwear shopping. But now I have enough to last me a couple of years I’d say. (A few of the ones I sorted out today I remember buying at least six years ago, damn!)
This was also the first time I was really “shopping” in Göteborg, like going from one store to another actually looking for things and I strongly disliked it. I got stressed and annoyed and everyone else was annoyed but Suss was my hero for coming along with me! Otherwise I would have fled before entering the first damn Lindex. If you don’t go to stores in a while you do get really surprised at the intensity of the bad stressed mood people are in! Hopefully it will be another six years before I have to buy underwear again!! Though I doubt it, considering the quality. But maybe I will learn to sew nice underwear that don’t look like a cotton sack on my ass at some point.