***I would like to apologize in advance for my liberal usage of CAPS in this post. It’s my fingers getting in on the excitement of the day.***
For I had a banner thrifting day today. And I really needed it.
I was feeling peeved about the closing date looking like it’s going to move back and just needed some cheap therapy.
I know you are supposed to appreciate and try to understand peoples’ differences but I can not fathom why a person would not love the heck out of thrift store shopping.
I went to a shop today that I had not been to before, and there are not many of those out there. Someone told me about it and I can not remember who. Whoever it was, I owe you a kiss, beer or babysitting (your pick). The place was a treasure trove . I am not ready to be as selfless as the forgotten one who pointed me in the direction of the shop in the first place, so it will remain nameless for now. Sorry Kate, love ya!
Drink up the goodness below:
Little faux bois tin, with a touch of fake wicker (anyone know how to say that in french?) thrown in for good measure.
A beautiful vintage umbrella that functions. It has the most delicate wooden handle. I am thinking of doing something with it on the porch. Ideas?
I picked up a funky old chair that is the color of the green in this lap blanket. I am thinking of painting the new craft room teal and chartreuse and think the old chair with this blanket thrown over it will work nicely. First I have to vaccuum what looks to be the excess fur of an entire cat clan off of it, cut the skirt off, paint the legs and fabreeze it with a vengeance.
Are you ready?
Then I came across this vision of crafty win! Do you SEE it?
This little birdcage appeared to never have housed a bird (or their droppings). It came stuffed with fake flowers that I generously donated back to the store. The cool guy at the check out counter asked what I was going to do with this and like a dork, I replied, “I’m going to do something crazy with it! Like paint it hot pink or something!!!” Seriously, I said that. Then just to try and dig myself out of the old lady hole I fell into I added, “I know. I am CRAZY. Lookout!!!!” But if making a fool of myself is the price to pay for such thrifted goodness then a fool I be.
I also picked up a few pieces of Pyrex, a yellow mug, an orange leftover dish, and an avocado mixing bowl to add to my growing collection.
I loved the shop and the people working there so much that I trekked out to their second location. When you are feeling the thrift mojo, you do not question, you ACT.
Initially the second shop seemed like the uncool cousin of the first. It may have had something to do with the 20 month pregnant woman with the hoarsest smokers voice I have EVAH heard gabbing into her cell phone the whole time. She was not RESPECTING the THRIFT.
I found this painting that is a little more “pop artish” than I usually go for but I felt like it was painted well and after I walked by it once, it beckoned me back.
But then, then I saw it. At first I didn’t bust any sudden movements for fear someone else, like the lady standing RIGHT in front of it, would grab it. Then I panicked and made an ungraceful lunge for it. In the process I knocked over a few hideous photo frames which the aforementioned woman caught while giving me an annoyed look. Again, DO NOT CARE. Fool I be lady, get the F outta my way! I caused such a commotion that one of the workers came over and said, “Let me help you get that down.” in her best talking to a crazy lady voice. Do not care for it is MINE.
Oh good gawd I love it. It’s massive, it’s fetching, it’s MINE!
It is the rare bird that looks better close-up!
Dayenu already but then I spied these beauties on the shelf and flipped when both skates were actually in the box.
You hate me a little bit, don’t you?