Yesterday I was absentmindedly flipping through a rack of clothes, not paying much attention to what I was passing up but waiting for something to catch my eye. And then I saw it.

Amidst the designer consignment clothes stood out a pair of marigold yellow and hot pink pants. With puppy faces all over it. Oh, and better yet - they were men's pants. If Lisa Frank and Lilly Pulitzer joined forces, this would be thegloriously loud, delightfully tacky result.

This and other treasures await you at the JLC Wearhouse in Plaza Midwood.

What's so special about the JLC Wearhouse, you say? Been there, done that. You've probably passed it dozens of times since it's right off of Central Avenue. Or maybe you've even been there, filling your closet with designer items for less.

I'm bringing this issue to light because it's something we need to talk about. We can't keep avoiding it like this.

The JLC Wearhouse is the kind of place that's everyone's best kept secret; you shop there, but you never actually admit it when someone asks. Like when someone admits that they actually shop at Kohl's. Why would you admit that.

And why would you? If you can get away with snagging designer items for less, when someone asks you what you're wearing you say that brand, damnit. "Oh, this old thing? It's Free People."

Like any consignment store, they have their share of embarrassing items, just like every family has that one embarrassing relative. You just need to smile, ignore them, and move on. Past the two-piece, pineapple-covered sweater set and the wonderfully hideous windbreakers, pushing forward until your fingers stroke Ralph Lauren.

The JLC is the only place you can find 100% polyester next to Michael Kors. You have to respect a place like that. With so many boutique consignment stores today so closely curated , the JLC Wearhouse makes every trip memorable. It's a step up from Goodwill, but a step below snooty. Other thrift/consignment stores cater to hipsters, or old ladies, or rich old ladies. The JLC caters to your closet.

So I'm here to tell you it's OK. Shop on, thrifters, we all know where you really got that Tory Burch top from. Wear those labels with pride. No one will know the difference. If you don't tell, I won't. And no, you can't unsee those puppy pants, but you can purchase something to ease the pain.