Like a Villain

Living in a suburb gives me very little stories to work with here. I don't know how Wisteria Lane had so much commotion in its parts- the most scandalous thing that happens here is someone riding their bike on the sidewalk rather than the quiet street. You can just hear the collective gasps coming from behind the window curtains. But one thing has been shaking up the monotony of the day recently: my mom's hate for vintage. It's definitely made things...exciting. Take yesterday for example. This gem of a thrift store I found tucked away in a semi-abandoned plaza was having a huge fifty percent off sale, so I pulled a junior high move and shouted that I was going to the...