Since I was a child, I was exposed to the magic of thrifting – not because we cannot afford buying clothes at retail price, but because my dad, the 57-year old Fashionista, believes in “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” I never truly embraced this idea because there was almost nothing in my size back home, but as an international student living on a miniscule budget, Op Shops have been my best friend over the past few months. Not only did I manage to get some clothing items, I manage to make my current home a little more comfy.
I arrived in Brisbane in summer and was happily walking about in my tank tops. That is until I realised that I had turned a couple of shades darker. That's what drove me to get a couple of kimono cardigans at one of the Lifeline stores. They were in great condition and were only $2 each! I swear I wore them almost every other day during the summer because they were lightweight and provided some cover-up from the sun!
It is my dream to own and wear a cape in winter. I always hold back from getting one for myself because I thought they were overpriced. So when I happened to walk into Vinnies West End and found a white H&M knitted cape for $8, I could not resist!
Baking is an expensive hobby, especially when you want to get the necessary equipment. Lucky for me, I stumbled across a stack of baking wares in a Salvos store. I ended up getting three baking tins and measuring spoons for $20 (yay!).
50 cents Books
My dad used to say that when I am absorbed into a book, I would not even noticed if the world ends (my dad is the drama queen in the family, go figure). So can you imagine my excitement when I saw books selling as low as 50 cents? I have a stack of them still unread, but my purse is itching for me to get more.
Leather Biker Jackets
Out of habit, I recently popped into the Lifeline store in Brisbane CBD and was greeted to a row of beautiful leather biker jackets. They were $50 each – which even when converted into my home currency, were still considered cheap. Snapped a picture and sent it to my dad, to which my youngest brother promptly called to say, “Dad asked when we can come visit?”