Tell me how did this totally Wang-errific sweater end up at the thrift store? Well I can sort of picture the donator’s inner dialogue going like this: “What the Hell was I thinking when I bought this crazy thing? Where am I ever going to wear this?” Enter: me. “HOLY CRAP! This thing is awesome! I’m going to wear this EVERYWHERE!” – a sentiment that was strongly backed by always-enthusiastic thrift store ladies. “This is fancy! Don’t give her the Nordstrom’s bag. Give her the Neiman Marcus bag!” (I’m not sure how most thrift stores work, but “mine” uses recycled shopping bags, which are apparently ranked according to the specialness of your purchase, Neiman Marcus being the highest of honors.) Scene.