Au Revoir, Mon Amie

It was an outrageous find—a black pleated wool crepe Chanel skirt.  Gold plated buttons with the trademark interlocking “Cs.” Originally sold at Nan Duskin, the legendary women’s clothing store on Rittenhouse Square that specialized in the exceptional, exclusive, and expensive.  I was dazed and amazed to find it while browsing through my neighborhood Village Thrift Store a few years ago.  I immediately yanked it off the rack and tucked it under my arm.

Can you imagine?  Chanel—the epitome of aspirational brands—at Village Thrift!  French chic, classic lines, sophistication.  Rich fabrics and construction that justify the lofty price tags, here in my scruffy little ‘hood, with a $5 price tag!  Be still my heart!  I tried on the skirt in the store over my jeans; it fit well enough to buy. 

The skirt was flattering and added an extra swish to my walk.  It looked great with silky blouses, cute little sweaters, and fitted jackets.  Worn effortlessly from day into evening with a simple accessory swap.  I got tons of compliments wearing that skirt, and I always enjoyed sharing where I found it and what I paid for it.  I don’t know how many people I converted to thrifting, but that purchase certainly cemented my deep and abiding relationship with consignment, resale, and thrift stores.

It was recently attacked by a group of hungry moths that left it looking like Bonnie and Clyde’s sedan after the shootout. As a result, it will be going to that big cedar closet in the sky. Au revoir, mon amie, and many thanks for the brush with the inimitable Coco.