The first time I remember shopping in a thrift store was when I was about fourteen years old.  As the oldest of seven, and the first grandchild, there were no hand-me-downs from older siblings or cousins.  That meant my clothes were usually “new” but rarely were they brand new.  With seven children, there's not a lot of new clothes shopping done, at least there wasn't in my family.  Ours was a blended family… my mom had me and my two… Read the rest