Post by Brody on Nov 8, 2016 4:34:29 GMT
Thrift Store Overcoat Find
What a relief it was that there was a thrift store in Salem. It was one of those types of places that not everyone needs, but Jasper loved to spend time in. Yeah, people could be snobby wearing secondhand clothing, but there was some damn good finds hidden between the windbreakers and mustard colored dickies.
Rips and Wrinkles was Salem's little brick thrift shop that Jasper almost screeched at when he was driving past it on the way in. He knew that he had to try it out the first chance he got in his first semester. So, he found some free time in the late afternoon on a Thursday during his first week of classes. He almost ran to his car when he realized he didn't have any prep homework for any of his upcoming classes for the rest of the week.
Classes were absolutely thrilling, he couldn't complain. The college experience was going to be his bitch. Though, his professors probably wished he'd go to hell. He was such a sass, making his opinion known about everything his professors said, whether they wanted it or not. Obviously though, they didn't want his opinion. He thought that they'd be used to flamboyant people like himself since they were in the modeling business, but apparently they had never been subjected to his type before.
Come to think of it, the other students in the modeling classes didn't seem to be much like him at all. He hoped that was a good thing.
Jasper pulled out a over-sized, thickly-knit grey sweater that he instantly fell in love with. Sweaters were so fashionable, plus they were fucking cozy. And it was only $1.99!
He slung it over the crook of his arm so he could continue his search. Jasper landed on a black overcoat with right breast pea coat buttons. It was interesting, that was for sure. He could totally picture himself wearing it around campus on any day that was chillier. Or warm, he was always cold, so it didn't matter.
Jasper wandered to the wall mirror just outside of the dank fitting rooms and slipped on the coat. He buttoned it on the side and turned a bit to check out his slender form in the mirror. He smirked at the flattering fit and mentally patted himself on the back for not being above shopping at a thrift store.
What a relief it was that there was a thrift store in Salem. It was one of those types of places that not everyone needs, but Jasper loved to spend time in. Yeah, people could be snobby wearing secondhand clothing, but there was some damn good finds hidden between the windbreakers and mustard colored dickies.
Rips and Wrinkles was Salem's little brick thrift shop that Jasper almost screeched at when he was driving past it on the way in. He knew that he had to try it out the first chance he got in his first semester. So, he found some free time in the late afternoon on a Thursday during his first week of classes. He almost ran to his car when he realized he didn't have any prep homework for any of his upcoming classes for the rest of the week.
Classes were absolutely thrilling, he couldn't complain. The college experience was going to be his bitch. Though, his professors probably wished he'd go to hell. He was such a sass, making his opinion known about everything his professors said, whether they wanted it or not. Obviously though, they didn't want his opinion. He thought that they'd be used to flamboyant people like himself since they were in the modeling business, but apparently they had never been subjected to his type before.
Come to think of it, the other students in the modeling classes didn't seem to be much like him at all. He hoped that was a good thing.
Jasper pulled out a over-sized, thickly-knit grey sweater that he instantly fell in love with. Sweaters were so fashionable, plus they were fucking cozy. And it was only $1.99!
He slung it over the crook of his arm so he could continue his search. Jasper landed on a black overcoat with right breast pea coat buttons. It was interesting, that was for sure. He could totally picture himself wearing it around campus on any day that was chillier. Or warm, he was always cold, so it didn't matter.
Jasper wandered to the wall mirror just outside of the dank fitting rooms and slipped on the coat. He buttoned it on the side and turned a bit to check out his slender form in the mirror. He smirked at the flattering fit and mentally patted himself on the back for not being above shopping at a thrift store.
