Cheap Thrills. Literally.

In case you have been asleep the whole time you've known me, you should know by now that I'm a thriftaholic. And not-so-secretly I love cheating thrift stores into giving me better deals whenever possible. I'll admit it. I'm a price changer. Today I got a little set of shelves for my wall, and a couple more frames for just under ten dollars, as opposed to the twenty I would have paid if I hadn't convinced myself it was a good idea to switch a couple of stickers. Because, really?

I have to admit, though. I get a little rush from the initial price change. I'm always aware of security cameras. And then right before I get to the register I always fret. Is the person at the register the one who put the original price on it? Do they remember it specifically? How could they prove I was the one who changed it? Is it really that big of a deal? No.


Really what I'm trying to say is that I'm cheap. That's all.