Mischievous Mal

a whimsical assortment of odds and edds topped with a dab of bohemian clutter and a side of mischief. an unabashed cabinet of curiosities by a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Killer Queen

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This is a beautifully written, captivating post written by a brilliant friend of mine, who will remain anonymous. He never ceases to amaze me with his breadth of knowledge and unremitting curiosity. I’m so grateful, honored, and fortunate that he reached out to submit this guest post.


I sat down to read a book the other day. Yes, a real, honest to goodness real book. No phone, no notifications, no email, or texting, or buzzing or beeping, just me and the book. One of my favorite lines from grad school is that books are like time machines. The author wrote it then, felt it then, and crafted it at a fixed time and space. Now, minutes, decades or centuries later, we connect through the text. I’m here, you’re there, yet as you read this we connect through the text, building a bridge that can’t be replicated in any other medium. Despite the migration to digital, printed text has the inherent capacity to engage readers much more powerfully than its late, great digital counterpart.  Sure, we can watch an old movie, but do we use our imaginations to fill in the blanks and bring it to life in a unique and memorable way? Don’t get me wrong, I am one of the most connected people I know, twittering and emailing literally every minute. But sometimes, it’s good to just sit back, smell the “book smell”, and get lost in another world.

Growing up, I could never stop reading. I would just go through every book on every shelf, and try to learn more about the big world. Outside of my little bubble were adventures, exploration, heroic feats, and a purpose, figuring out what you were meant to be doing. From the perspective of my mundane middle-class life, books had all the answers to escape into. I read it all, from the classics to pulp fiction and everything in between, hungry for more. I guess it’s inevitable that I grew up to do some writing of my own. Nothing fantastic, and most of it never to be read by another other than in my esoteric corner of academia, but out there nonetheless. Finally, I had something with my name on it, something I could look back and be proud of. True, more people read the cookbook I wrote than any of the academic work I’ve come up with, but I suppose that’s just par for the course.

But as much as I would like it to be, this post is not about me or my writing, but about the books. Once I started appreciating the agony, suffering and self-loathing that goes into writing and writing well, I took a whole different approach to bookstores. Going to the used book store around the corner was no longer about finding a book that would keep my attention, but standing in the presence of millions upon millions hours of time, of edits and rejections to finally come up with something. Not all books are created equal, that’s certainly true, and not all books have the same value, but in the end, you need to appreciate the time and effort that went into producing something. I know it’s not exactly true, but think about how many names you see in the production of a movie, the hundreds of people who contribute to the end product you’re consuming. Now look at the single author of the book you’re holding in your hand, the guy or gal who stayed up late and woke up early with one goal, keep writing, get it all down on paper.

Now I think about things a little differently. It’s not just about the stories, the imaginary places that the books can transport us in our minds. It’s also about where the books themselves have been. How many hands has that book passed through from the airport bookstore in Tokyo twenty years ago, to end up in a pile of discounted, but not forgotten, summer reads? Do us both a favor, hit the off switch, pick up a book, and head to the beach or the backyard. Adventure awaits, I’ll see you there.

Thrifting Tips Part II

proud to thrift

If you can’t tell by now, I am a die hard thriftin vixen. I did a post a few months back called the Ten Thrift Commandments in which I detailed a list of ten pertinent thrifting tips. But there was much more advice I had to give to you thrifters out their looking to spruce up your thrift game. A series of lopsided thrifting travails, scurrying throughout the OKC metro to explore the likes of Goodwill & Co. made me realize there was more to thrift success, which is why I wanted to develop an evolving series of  blog posts on Thrifting Tips I’m constantly learning/ So here in the flesh, is the second round of sage wisdom.

  1. jerry springer thrift spoofIt’s a hit or miss game—the bitter sweet part of thrifting is that you never know what lurks Beneath the littered heap of second hand clutter. Keep your eyes wide open.
  2. Buy a goodwill savings card. $5 goes a long way
  3. I’ve alluded to the tenacity often embodied by cutthroat thrifters( old, feeble, wrinkly—seemingly no threat whatsoever, you may be thinking. Watch out they’re the most ferocious of all. The sweet granny look is mere facade)find something you might be interested in? Grab that shit! The minute you show a spark of curiosity towards something, those veiny vultures get smashmouth.
  4. Don’t forget to check out the dressing room relics. Just because the last heffer couldn’t squeeze into that size 2 dress doesn’t mean you should miss out on the opportunity
  5. Get in good with the staff. Get in on a first name basis, joke around[inside jokes are pivotal here] and mind your manners while perusing the racks. This is not just a Machiavellian scheme to score extra bargains (though it has a great track record) but it is a general rule for life that so many high horse mounted industry customers can’t seem to comprehend
  6. Frequent the delinquent[shops, places, street sales] that other prudes are afraid to approach. Thrifting isn’t for sissies and the best deals mandate you being the bad bitch No joke here. Ignore the folklore behind swanky hood thrift chit chat. Bougie areas correlate with amped up prices and picked over thrift litter. I’m either crazy or just a wild vagabond who dare goeth gently into the good hood.
  7. Check what’s on display. Sometimes the most fabulous things are here but they are so often overlooked. You can find great things in the front glass case with all the “fanciest stuff”
  8. Pre-purchase, bring out your inner prick and meticulously examine the item for blemishes, snags or any other flaws. If it’s a mere boo-boo that can be easily fixed, access the time and error and if it’s still worth it, buy the thing!
  9. Acclimate yourself with each stores patterns and ways. For instance, it’s Garage Sale season here in Oklahoma, and Monday mornings always feature the detritus of weekend Garage Sales.
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