When I was little, my mom used to take us to the thrift store. She liked one in particular, but we would go to several different stores.
My Grandma used to call it The Junkie Store.
Sometimes, when it was my turn to sleep at Grams house, she would make me jelly toast for breakfast, and then take me to the big Junkie Store at the church. That was a great one because it covered the entire main floor and the basement,
which meant lots and lots of treasures to be discovered.
High heeled shoes, and fancy little brass make-up compacts. I would stand there and imagine the lady that once held that make-up compact.
Was she beautiful, elegant and worldly? In my young mind, she always was.
I used to get excited to go because I never knew what kind of special things I would find, and my mom always let us purchase what we wanted, something that never happened in a ‘regular’ store. I clearly remember the day I found a
grass Hula skirt, roller skates that fit me, and a Monkee’s album!
Awesome, awesome haul.
To this day, I am still an avid thrift shopper. It was a very satisfying feeling when last year, for the first time, my 15 year old daughter said, “Mom, can we go thrift-store shopping? I need some cool clothes and stuff.” Although I had to act casual about it, it was music to my ears. She was paying attention..
Hollister (and the mall pretty much in general) has got me on the verge of contempt. Besides the fact that it’s wastefully over-priced, there’s no..imagination.
Here kid, buy this. And they all do.
For practically my entire life, I could find almost anything I was seeking out at thrift. This morning I stopped at the store right around the corner from me to get myself a large crock-pot for soaping. I wanted to try a new method (for me) called hot-process. With this method, you cook the soap in the crock until neutral.
This means you can basically use the soap right away, as opposed to the
4-6 week cure for the cold-process method.
Within all of 15 minutes, I found this great big 7-quart pot, and low and behold, today, orange sticker items were 50% off.
Of course they were. The thrift gods love me, and I love them back.
I paid $7.50 for this perfect specimen of a crock-pot!
Another plus; I can almost promise that a little blond girl will not
spray you with perfume as you walk in the door.
Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Gram. 🙂