My favorite film to watch when I’m feeling a little down is Kinky Boots. Now a Broadway musical, this little cinematic gem tells the story of an average man who takes an extraordinary risk to save his small shoe making business. And it’s based on a true story.
When retailers choose cheaper manufacturers over his more expensive (but better-made) men’s loafers, Charlie Price partners with a drag queen named Lola to design a radically different product in a last-ditch effort to save his business and keep his workers employed.
This of course shocks many in the small town of Northampton, but ultimately everyone learns valuable life lessons of acceptance, friendship, love and loyalty. It’s a feel-good film.
(I don’t want to spoil the movie for those of you who haven’t seen it, so I’ll leave it there.)
One quote in this film sticks out to me every time I watch it. There’s a scene where Charlie discovers Lola sitting in the storage room, sifting through discarded pieces of shoe leather deemed too flawed to be of use. When asked what she’s doing there, she replies,
“One never knows what joy one might find amongst the unwanted.”
About a year ago, I was on Good Morning America talking about my blog, ReFashionista. I hadn’t done a great job of pre-planning my talking points. When asked why I refashioned items of clothing that were old and ugly, I said the first thing that came to mind.
“I like how unwanted they are.”
It was an odd thing to say, but the sentiment was very much the same as Lola’s. If I had seen the film at the time, I might have paraphrased her line.
I could have said I liked saving money, owning unique things, or the thrill of the hunt…all of which are very valid reasons for why I love thrifting.
But my first instinct is a sort of misfit empathy. It’s the same weird part of me that is oddly moved by the sight of objects like this silly little too-small fan.
The odder the objects are, the more intrigued I am. There’s just something sadly sweet about them.
I love finding these things that seem to defy the laws of natural occurrence and then give them a world to exist in when I can. Even if I end up leaving them behind, I still feel as if I’ve just visited old friends.
Others may think I’m odd, or at the very least eccentric.
But I wonder if any other avid thrifters feel this way.