Mark and I had intended on going to the Pirates game. However, the bees/hornets/wasps/evil black and yellow things with wings at our house had other ideas. We're pretty sure they made a nest in the shutter outside our bedroom window. They've been getting inside through the window somehow, or through the air conditioning unit. So... we've had 10 plus bees get into our bedroom for the past week. Three more came in just before we were about to leave. We stood our ground and conquered. For now.
I called the landlord about it last week, but the maintenance man hasn't come over yet. :(
Anyway, the bee situation held us back awhile. By the time we got to the city, the Pirates were in the second inning, so Mark just scalped the tickets and we explored the city a bit.
While we were there, we went to Avalon, my favorite secondhand shop in the city, but had no luck finding anything. We decided to go for a walk, and I passed a garbage bag sitting on the sidewalk full of clothes in my size. They were marked free and clean. Hoping there weren't any discarded body parts in the bag, I swooped it over my shoulder and brought it to my car to inspect through it a little more thoroughly.
Seriously. Don't judge me. It isn't like this happens every time I decide to go for a stroll.
The items were in great shape and clean. Probably cleaner than things I've found in thrift stores.
In addition to the things pictured above, there were some old dress shirts, sweaters, and dress pants, but they were in smaller sizes, so I'll probably just donate them. While some of these things aren't necessarily my style, particularly the pink knit shirt and the purple skinny jeans, the price was right. I might experiment with altering them a bit, with dyes, or just mixing them up in my wardrobe. We'll see.
The black dress, however, is perfection. I might just have to wear it as a tunic, though. It looks like it'll be very short on.
Are there any clothes you've inherited under unusual circumstances?