Consignment, Chaos, and Questionable Decisions

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Hello,

The more I do these, the more I realize I am fundamentally not an “introduction” person. I’m a hit-the-ground-running kind of bitch. The idea of gently easing into a topic? Couldn’t be me. We’re diving in headfirst, heels on, no flotation device.

How is everyone doing this week? Are we thriving, surviving, or just aggressively online? No judgment either way.

Last weekend, Julie and I decided we deserved a little adventure (and by adventure I mean shopping with intention… and zero self-control), so we hightailed it to West Palm Beach for a full day of thrifting. And let me just say—she delivered.

Before I get into it, I need to confess something deeply embarrassing: I did a terrible job capturing content. Like… criminal. The moment I saw racks of vintage handbags, my brain short-circuited and suddenly I forgot I have a phone, a brand, and a responsibility to you all. “Camera eats first”? Not in this household. Apparently, I eat first. Growth is needed.

That said, I do have the locations, which is honestly what matters. You’re welcome.

Julie picked me up around 10:00 a.m., iced coffee in hand, spirits high, wallets naïvely optimistic.

FIRST STOP – City Girls Consignment

This store is a girl’s dream. I’m talking curated, polished, the kind of place where you walk in and immediately start acting like you have somewhere important to be after. You’re greeted by a glass display of Hermès bags—casual, understated, completely reasonable—and I just know one day I’ll walk in and say, “I’ll take her,” without checking my bank account first. Manifesting.

The vibe is very feminine, very Lilly Pulitzer energy, but in a chic, Palm Beach way that doesn’t feel like it’s trying too hard. Julie, the woman that you are, secured a stunning Louis Vuitton bucket bag for under $550—in incredible condition. I’m still thinking about it. I’m also still jealous, but in a supportive way.

City Girls is 100% a must-stop if you’re in the area. The selection is tight, intentional, and dangerous for anyone with a “just browsing” mindset.

NEXT STOP – The Coastal Consignment Boutique

Now this… was chaos. Beautiful, unhinged chaos.

Imagine a house that was like, “What if I became a store?” and then someone said, “Yes, but make it a labyrinth.” Every room leads to another room, which leads to another rack, which leads to another questionable decision. Racks on racks on racks. No real system. Just vibes.

This is the only place I managed to capture content, purely because I was overwhelmed and needed to document the madness.

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And yet—this is where the magic happened.

Julie found a pair of barely-used Christian Louboutin heels (casual), and I finally got my hands on a Stella McCartney bag I’ve been eyeing for what feels like years. The kind of purchase where you black out a little at checkout and then come to in the car like, “Did I just do that?” Yes. Yes, I did.

They also have this whole system where if you buy three items, you get 10% off each, and somehow we ended up with chic little metal loyalty cards that give us 10% off every future visit. I don’t know what we did to deserve that, but I will absolutely be abusing that privilege.

THIRD STOP – American Thrift

After the high of the first two stores, we floated (read: stumbled) into American Thrift, which… humbled us. Quickly.

Not terrible, but when you’ve just been in designer heaven, it’s hard to adjust your expectations. That said, I did find an Oscar de la Renta olive green blazer for under $20, which felt like a small personal victory. And Julie and I are currently in a very serious, very complicated shared custody situation over a Burberry trench coat we spotted at checkout. We didn’t buy it, but emotionally? It’s ours.

Later, we were walking out of a Goodwill, emptyhanded, when we spotted a store that was not on our list—Style Encore. And you already know… we went in.

This place was actually really good. Clean, organized, and—most importantly—a surprisingly solid selection of designer handbags just casually sitting there like they weren’t about to ruin someone’s budget. And by someone, I mean me.

Naturally, I found a vintage Yves Saint Laurent toiletry pouch that I immediately decided I needed for reasons I cannot explain and will not be elaborating on. It was one of those “this is coming home with me, no further questions” moments.

After that, we popped into a few other spots, where we either found absolutely nothing or found everything and had to remind ourselves we live in an apartment, not a warehouse.

All in all, a day trip to Palm Beach with your best friend, iced coffee, a little delusion, and the possibility of scoring designer pieces at criminally low prices? I highly recommend. Truly one of the best ways to spend a Saturday.

Will I be going back? Immediately. Will I remember to film content next time? Debatable.