Good luck with the dieting, youve got lots of time to do it!
Happy thrift store hunting.
Ive got a funny thrift store story.
I got a little clutch bag once from a charity shop. I showed it to my Mum, and she says "where do get that" I say Cowdenbeath, she was laughing her head off, yip, she had put it in the week before!

That's hysterical!
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I have an even better thrift store story. I was shopping for a ski suit and thought that would be the cheapest place. Grabbed 3 off the rack to try on. On the last one my foot was getting poked by something as I tried to put it through the bottom of the leg (there was elastic around the bottoms) I just thought there was a pin or something in there. So, I shook out the leg and out popped a very dead, and very flat, but good sized rat. It was it's claws that were poking my foot. Not wanting to make a scene, but hyperventalating as I put my own pants back on. I said to my hubby very quietly there's a dead rat in the dressing room. We went to tell the cashier and again I was trying to be quiet as not to make a scene, but she wouldnt believe me. So finally the person behind me in line heard me and went for a look and of course she started screaming. We left in a rush. My hubby couldnt believe how calm and controlled I was, when I practically ripped my blouse off in public when a bug fell in. I'm not sure how I stayed so composed either, but this is a true story, cross my heart and hope to die.

HOLY CR*P! I will DEFINiTLY SHAKE THE CLOTHES from now on! And congrats Tami, on the weight loss. I'm only a couple pounds ahead of you - down 42? last time I weighed. And I'd be Thrilled if I could double it - but - well, already pretty happy
Lynne that is definitely a fabulous dress!
now, I have a screamer story - only I didn't, either. Last year, right after we retired, we went on a 6 week trip. Down the east coast of the United States, right on the coast, outer banks, etc, to Vero beach, back to WDW and then out to the panhandle and up on the backside of the Smokies. We'd been on the road about 5 weeks and paused to catch our breath in a cabin on a ridge in the mountains.
This cabin was all rustic wood, but it had a tiny ground floor bedroom, right off the kitchen and next to the bathroom. Being an unfamiliar place, we left the bathroom kight on at night so we could find our way without turning on the light. Well the second night, I go in and sit down and there . . . about 6 inches in front of my bare foot, was this big BLACK SHRIMP with legs.
Now, i'm not particularly bright in the middle of the night, but even I KNOW shrimp don't have legs like THAT. So i'm sitting there, bare A$$, Bare foot and there's this THING on the floor. hmm. SCORPION! OH CR*P. WHAT am I going to do????
So, I finish my business, flip the edge of the bathmat over it to protect my foot (and hold it still) while I stomp on it. Then, I flushed it and went out and turned every light in the place on to find my way back to bed - and we NEVER got up in the dark again as long as we stayed there!