As I selected my outfit for the day, I pulled several items out of the bowels of my closet. I ended up with a pinstriped pant suit that has never been to France. By that, I mean, the France in my pants really put the stripes to work. Luckily, like the referees on the football field, my stripes were vertical.
Not vertical, however, was me as I made a pit stop on the way to the office. Even though Tree and I ended up with some decent finds the other day, I have felt compelled to dumpster dive twice since that first day. The last time I went, I was on the phone with S-Unit and realized there was no way I could reach my full diving potential if I remained on the line with her, “I’m about to dive in the dumpster, so I’ve gotta go.”
Today, I had a couple of advantages. The bin was pretty full – most likely the result of holiday and weekend imbibing, my phone was in the car, and I was wearing heels. The heels allowed me to reach deeper into the bin without having to actually dive in – reminded me a lot of my closet. When I did dive in, however, it was as if the heels provided an extra bit of balance – something I may have to try at home. After several great finds, I dusted off my suit and realized the importance of dressing professionally. If it weren’t for the pinstripes and the heels, I may not have found so many great deals.