I'm wearing a fully thrifted outfit. The Dolce and Gabbana coat is from a consignment shop on 5th Avenue and Garfield in Park Slope, Brooklyn. The J. Crew skirt is from Housing Works, whose proceeds go to feeding homeless AIDS victims. The Louis Vuitton purse is from a consignment shop in Soho. (I can look up the details if anyone is interested.) The Frye boots are thrifted from the shop at 1st Avenue and 13th Street in the East Village.
"Find your work and give your whole heart to it", the Buddha said. It seems like a very small thing to do, to only "sing of human unsuccess in a rapture of distress", but perhaps there are many more of us The New York Times aren't reporting on, whose small actions might add to a great enough whole. I can only hope so... I'm sure my own small form will be like a drop missing from the ocean when I refuse to spend a single dime on Black Friday, but one drop at a time can wear down a mountain. If we have enough time.
More pics and thoughts on Black Friday and Poetry on my blog: brooklynbooksandbabies.com/1/post/2013/11/a-little-song-of-thanks.html