Samo gatke Just the knickers

Zadnjič, ko sva hodila po mestu, sem rekla Miru: lej to, do zdaj sploh nisem dojela, kakšen klošar sem; kavbojke imam rabljene, od sestre, ki me vedno sproti zalaga s starimi kosi oblačil (tenkju, tenkju!), mikico tudi, čevlje sem dobila preko njene znanke, ki se je prenaglila z nakupom, jopico in brezprstne rokavice mi je spletla in skvačkala mami, čepico imam babičino, ki si jo je naredila sama, šal je bil mamin, nogavice sem dobila nekoč za novo leto, torbico za rojstni dan, in če mimogrede pogledam še vanjo, je tam tudi ovoj za telefon, ki mi ga je naredila mami, in nenazadnje, ne vem sicer, če se spodobi, ampak, če sem že začela, grem vse do konca; je zaključek takšen, da sem imela svoje samo spodnje gatke, še nedrček je namreč sestrin. :)
 
Ma, kakšen klošar! - temu se zdaj reče vintič, pa tudi če nèhoté! :)

[Ja, vem, klobasám! :)]

The other day, when we were walking across the town, I said to Miro; oh look, I just realise what a vagrant I am, wearing used jeans and a top from my sister who is always stocking me up with cool old pieces (thank you!), I got the shoes from her colleague who had made a hasty purchase, the cardigan and fingerless gloves are knitted and crocheted by my mum, the barrette was my grandma’s who made it herself, the scarf used to be my mum’s, I got socks for New Year’s once, the bag for birthday, and if I make a quick look into it by the way, there is a phone suit made by my mum, and last but not least, I don’t know how appropriate this is, but if I started it, I should finish it up; the bottom line is that only the knickers were mine, as the bra was also my sister’s once. :)
 
A vagrant, my arse! - nowadays this is called vintage, even though unwittingly! :)