Orange you glad the oath was quasi serious?

I took an oath while we were driving in the wee hours of the morning on Junk Jaunt day. Oh, it was a voluntary oath...nothing brent suggested by any means. It went something like this (I said it and made myself repeat it):

I Leah

I Leah

will not spend precious Junk Jaunt time

will not spend precious Junk Jaunt time

looking at vintage clothing

looking at vintage clothing

for selling or keeping

for selling or keeping

no matter how cool

no matter how cool

the vintage clothing will probably be.

the vintage clothing will probably be.

I took this oath because I tend to get all excited about some sweet vintage clothing I find...and then when I get it home and know I need to sell it, it totally irritates me that I purchased it because I hate (hate) listing lots of clothing. pieces here and there, sure, not a biggy...but when I have 5 to 10 to 15 or more pieces of clothing all hanging around. irg.

And I lived by my oath until we rolled up on to Elyria, Nebraska. Doesn't that town name just scream cool vintage?! Maybe it's because Brent and I took it upon ourselves to call it Elvira. As in...My hearts on fire, Elvira....Giddy up a boom bappa...

and the vintage rack of clothing that I caved on wasn't at some dainty elderly womans house...it was right off the highway, at a vehicle repair shop with old rusted cars and truck parts strewn about. and two hard workin teenage boys sitting there put in their time. But the rack called my name. and I looked through every piece. tried on a few. and came home with one. This sweet orange fall coat. I'm glad I broke my oath.