The Bourbonista: So, tell me, how does one become a vendor of vintage?
Erin: I was diagnosed with compulsive shopping disorder when I was 15. It's not a joke, it's a real disease and I have it. Thankfully, about 5 years ago, one of my friends introduced my to the wonders of thrifting, so my disease is not also a credit card problem. A few years after that I used my compulsive shopping to open a magical thrift kingdom, called Fox House Vintage. And now, my life is perfect. In your face, compulsive shopping disorder!
The Bourbonista: I have a problem with online shopping. Particularly, drunk eBaying. I once bought a dress intended for a Barbie doll thinking it was an actual evening gown in my size. It was very disappointing. So, tell me more about you. This time, at least one word must begin with the letter “X” and none can begin with the letter “S.”
Erin: Xanax makes me puke. I'm obsessed with organization, but I think it's a minor control issue. I love going to therapy, because narcissism is accepted. I will go for a month and not brush my hair. I think I'm good at quite a few things, but have yet to master anything.
The Bourbonista: If you were a circus performer, what would you be and why?
Erin: I'd be the seal with the ball on his nose. They make weird noises and are under the circus radar. I love a good seal.
The Bourbonista: I am a fan of the pinnepeds, too. Especially walruses. It seems, if you were having a bad day, wallowing with a walrus would make it all better. What would you do if you won the lottery?
Erin: I'd call my accountant, cry a little over the taxes and then never buy a ticket again.
The Bourbonista: I'd buy a walrus. If you were on death row…don’t act like you don’t know who you killed to get there…what would be your last supper?
Erin: My last supper would be a Lucie Meyers (of the A La Lucie phenomenon) catered smorgasbord. I would eat anything she made.
The Bourbonista: Smorgasbord...smorgasbord...that word makes my mouth itch. Seriously, I have to scratch my tongue, now. Weird. So, describe yourself in three words all beginning with the letter “B.”
Erin: Beguiling, Blithe, Blunt.
The Bourbonista: Blunt is one of my favorite qualities in a person. Screw PC, and give me some CHT--cold, hard truth. If your life had a theme song, what would it be?
Erin: "Land of the Freak" by King Khan & The Shrines.
The Bourbonista: Oh yeah, good groove. Give a shout out to the deaf girls. Now, write a short “Thank You” letter to your future self for all the cool shit you’ve done twenty years from now.
Erin: Dear 49 Year-Old Erin,
Thank you for never going to jail.
Love, 29 Year-Old Erin
The Bourbonista: Miraculously, if I can avoid the slammer for three more years, I'll be able to write myself that letter too. Finally, If you were a booze, which would you be and who would you want to drink you?
Erin: I'd be bourbon so my family could finally benefit from having me as a member.