Growing up, I didn’t have a ton of resources so I would get creative and turn to consignment stores to buy designer. Every now and then, I would find gems. Other times, not so much but it was the thrill of the hunt that kept me going back for more. #ConfessionsOfAShopaholic
As I grew older and my taste matured (slash my bank account grew bigger because #adult), my consignment store hunts morphed from meh to awesome. Case in point: the time I found rare Ferragamo loafers, my first pair of Chanel earrings (you can never have too much Chanel!), my favorite Hermes twilly, my first Gucci top handle bag and let’s not forget the Louis Vuitton tote (real, with tags) that was tossed out because someone was tired of it and like a famished tiger in the jungle, I pounced on in like one second.