The first thing one notices upon entering a Goodwill thrift store is the smell.  It’s been variously described as “a funky, musty odor” and “a smell of decay.”  Research (yes, there’s actually been research) has shown that the bouquet is mostly derived from body “soils,” which is a gentle way of saying skin, sweat, and oils that we humans leave behind on our clothing.  It is an aroma that lingers in the air of any vintage, consignment or used clothing store, no matter how high- or low-end. Every Goodwill store smells exactly this way.

Although some may find it unpleasant, that characteristic smell never fails to elicit in me an eager anticipation of the shopping adventure that lies ahead.  I’m like a kid entering a candy store or hunting for Easter eggs, but in this case, it’s a huge treasure chest brimming with an enormous assortment of women’s clothing and accessories, just waiting to be discovered.

I always shop at Goodwill in guy mode, and my initial forays were filled with intense trepidation.  I waited until other shoppers moved away before looking at the women’s clothes and made sure no one was watching before sneaking into a dressing room.  I convinced myself that the person running the checkout would either frown with disapproval or tell me to have a good day with a knowing, condescending smirk.

Over time, I have learned to let go of the anxiety, because the truth is that no one cares.  I’ve never been confronted or, as far as I know, even received a second look.  Goodwill patrons, like people everywhere, are occupied with their own business.  Way too self-absorbed to notice, let alone care about, the man entering the fitting room holding four dresses, a pair of 5-inch heels, and a frilly nightie or two.

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The Goodwill display racks are always crammed beyond capacity.  Garments must be pushed apart, often forcibly, to examine any one of them properly.  Adding to the challenge, the hangers are made of clear, break-resistant plastic, with notches on the shoulders that are highly efficient at ensnaring several dresses simultaneously.  Extreme patience is needed to untangle the resulting chaotic fusion of straps and sleeves.  On more than one occasion, I’ve reluctantly parted ways with a promising dress after repeated failed attempts to free it from an ugly snarl.

I always shop on Wednesdays to take advantage of the 25% discount given to those age 55 and over.  My standard routine involves an initial pass through the shoe aisles in search of the ever-elusive lady’s size 12.  Although these quests frequently prove fruitless, I’ve gotten to the point where I can reliably gauge the size of a pair of women’s shoes by sight alone, reducing the amount of time that would otherwise be spent hunting for the faded, microscopic label stamped in some random location inside just one of the shoes in a pair.  As an aside, I often wonder if the shoes I end up purchasing had been donated by a fellow CD who has recently purged.

After scanning the shoes, I make a quick pass through the “intimates” aisle, with its usual assortment of slips, camisoles, nighties and pajamas.  While the idea of wearing second-hand lingerie may be a turn-off for some, I take great pride in my most memorable $5 purchase: a brand-new, off-white, satin bustier by Elomi costing upwards of $70 if purchased online or at a specialty shop.  Major score.

Finally, I arrive at the rows of dresses.  Every major (and minor) brand is represented, and the variety of styles is endless.  LBDs are so ubiquitous that I must force myself not to buy one on every visit.  I shop by size first, looking for either a 14, 16 or plain old size L.  I’ve learned that unless a dress has some stretch, it’s likely not going to fit, not matter how much I struggle to pull it down past my broad male shoulders.

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This need for some stretch was driven home one afternoon when my head and upper torso became trapped inside a dress that refused to budge another centimeter in any direction.  As I struggled to free myself from this homemade straitjacket, my oxygen-starved brain began filling with panicked thoughts of paramedics dragging my prone, unconscious body out from under the locked dressing room door, clad only in my boxer shorts and the murderous dress, still wrapped tightly around my head.

Allow me to pause for a moment now, dear reader, as I invite you to join me in giving silent thanks to Joseph Shivers, the chemist who in 1958 invented the polymer which has since become known and loved throughout the world as the miracle fabric called Spandex.

Because the Goodwill stores that I frequent do not provide size tags on the outside of the dresses, it’s necessary to look at the labels inside which, like those in women’s shoes, can be impossible to find and even more difficult to read.  Goodwill newbies are advised not to expect much help from sales people, because they don’t exist here.  It is necessary, therefore, to devote a great deal of time to physically handling the merchandise.  Yes, this is a downside of the Goodwill shopping experience, but what do you expect at these prices?

In addition to their characteristic smell, all Goodwill stores apparently share the exact same soundtrack of about 20 songs, playing in an endless, continuous loop. It’s an eclectic mix of upbeat tunes spanning the decades from ‘60s through the ‘90s. To younger folks, most of the songs are probably unfamiliar oldies, but the playlist sure does manage to hit the sweet spot for me and no doubt many of my fellow Baby Boomers.


I might find myself trying on a pencil skirt accompanied by Wilson Pickett’s 1965 hit “Midnight Hour,” eyeing a cute pink belt while quietly singing along to The Bangles’ 1986 release “Manic Monday,” pausing in the swimsuit aisle to puzzle about the line “the Dolphins make me cry” in Hootie and the Blowfish’s 1994 song “Only Wanna Be With You,” or swaying in the checkout line to “Stuck in the Middle with You,” released in 1973 by Stealers Wheel. Overall, I enjoy listening to these catchy, familiar tunes during my relatively brief shopping sojourns, but I imagine that store employees forced to listen to them day after day might not share this same happy feeling.

I buy about 90% of the items in my women’s wardrobe at Goodwill.  Over the past three years, I estimate that I have purchased and worn well over 300 dresses, skirts and tops, at prices ranging from $5 to $7 apiece.  With the exception of those precious size 12 shoes and a small handful of all-time favorite dresses, I don’t hold on to the clothes, but instead donate them back to Goodwill after wearing them once or twice.

Some might think this foolish or wasteful, but it fits my style of dressing, which consists solely of private photo shoots at home.  Because I have no desire to go out, there’s really no further need for the clothes once I’ve captured the photos.  Not to mention that I don’t have the space to store them all.

I’m aware that I’m just one among millions of fellow CDs, past and present, who frequent thrift stores by choice or necessity.  My hope is that those who dislike the idea of wearing second-hand clothes might consider giving it a try.  For one thing, it’s a form of recycling that’s good for the environment, as the manufacture of new clothing has been classified as the second largest source of pollution in the world.  Patronizing stores like Goodwill or the Salvation Army also supports their mission to provide job training for disadvantaged individuals.  And finally, of course, there’s the bargain prices.

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Beyond altruism and frugality, however, what I most enjoy is reflecting on the women who once owned the clothes that I bring home.  When and where did she wear this dress? Why did she decide to part with it? I like to imagine that the garments are somehow imbued with a small piece of each woman’s spirit, some lingering female essence that serves to enhance my own embrace of femininity, as I strive to bring each article of clothing back to life once again.

I’m lucky to live in a large city that is home to over 50 Goodwill stores, as well as countless other thrift and consignment shops, offering plenty of opportunity for carefree, anonymous shopping.  Those living in rural areas or smaller towns probably do not have the same opportunity, as there are likely to be fewer stores and a greater need to keep one’s shopping habits secret.

Given my ready access to so many emporiums of second-hand fashion, I am always proud to tell others that I buy almost all of my clothes at Goodwill.  As part of my boasting routine, I usually add the quip, “sometimes I even buy men’s clothes.”  Amid the laughter that follows, I can’t help but smile and think to myself: if they only knew!

Some questions to stimulate thought and discussion:

·         Do you also enjoy shopping at second-hand stores?

·         What adventures or encounters have you experienced?

·         Are there any memorable items or irresistible bargains you’d like to tell others about?

I’d like to thank you girls so much for taking the time to read my article and feel free to send in either a response to my article or one or more of my posed questions to you above!

Love you girls!

Sincerely, Mona

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On-and-off CDing since early teens. Long stretches without any urges but here in my advanced middle age Mona has emerged in force. She's a high-spirited gal who shall no longer be denied. It's both thrilling and a bit intimidating because I don't know where she's planning to take me. Although I only get to dress every now and then, I'm having great fun and just enjoying the ride. I'm happy to have found this welcoming and supportive community and hope to get more involved as time allows.
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Ariel Flyer
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7 months ago

Great article Mona, I have started doing my shopping at Goodwill too, its amazing how much really nice clothes they have there, and alot are new with tags still on them, which might have been donated by my wife, she buys and never wears then donates. I actually just went thru her donation bag and grabbed a couple nice blouses and a pair of jeans all with tags still on them. Im sure my wife is not the only one that does that. So yes Goodwill is the place to go. I am like you too I wear them for… Read more »

Andrea Parker
5 months ago

Great perspective. It’s like it was written just for me.

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