“Maddie doesn’t wear anything that someone else hasn’t worn first.” - A friend
This is not entirely true; I do buy my undergarments straight off the factory floor from a warehouse in Gering, Nebraska. Besides my severely starched grannie panties, I agree that the sharing economy has sunk its dusty, half-priced meat hooks into me. I love sifting through oddities to pull out the relics; the gems with 7,000 lives behind them; the kitschy stuff that didn’t even make it to the yard sale. Perhaps I have a masochistic view of my own possessions, or maybe I believe that physical objects contain trapped souls and I must save them all from the dumpster; whatever the reason behind my quirks, I have created an instagram to document them.