Score

I was going to write a clever, inspirational introduction to this post about how my vow to not buy new (for 4 months) is teaching me about contentment, my false security in materialism, and the lessons I've learned about where I tend to place my identity and values.

But my recent trip to San Francisco just made me realize that I could get off the hook more if we had nicer, posher thrift stores here in NC. Therefore, the lesson apparently isn't complete. Otherwise I wouldn't be showing off these badboys:

$10 at Tiburon Thrift Store

I can't help it. They were a highlight to a tiring vacation day (morning sickness, hungry but nauseous, with a toddler who probably wouldn't nap because the freaking Blue Angels are practicing, trying to hang with a 30 year old brother who thinks I'm a wimp because I need to sit down or stuff my face with another snack every 5 minutes, can't drink all the good beer that I somehow crave when I'm pregnant, and all these California girls are skinny and rich and beautiful). Clearly, I have a long way to go about truly knowing and living with the security of my Maker.


But still. God, thank you for providing these boots to me.