New year, new thrift store finds. This photo only shows a portion of the goodies I squeeled over, did a happy dance and ran out of the stores shouting START THE CAR to Matt (…in my mind). I had a really bad hankering to do some thrifting this weekend. I hadnt been to a thrift store/flea market/warehouse-full-of-junk in about a month and I was starting to get the shakes. Also, the time I did go a month ago, it was very rushed and not nearly as enjoyable – so that hardly even counts.
This weekend, we planned on visit my favourite warehouse-full-of-junk of all time. You may leave there with a 2cm layer of dust and grease but that’s all part of the fun for me. I like to get down and dirty, risking limbs while fishing through dimly light cardboard boxes containing sharp (probably not) ice skates and who knows what else. The place is mostly filled with old furniture but I love going through the boxes of everything else – from shoes to clothing still in dry cleaner bags to kitchen things. We only go once every few months – and that just makes it all the more exciting. Though honestly, if I could drive myself, I would probably be there a few times a week. Instead, I just ask matt to go with me every so often. It’s probably for the best I can’t get myself there alone, I would be there all the time.
While Matt got his haircut, I checked out the nearby Salvation Army to kill time before we both headed to warehouse-full-of-junk. This salvation army visit deserves a post of its own but I haven’t gotten around to snapping adequate pictures of the clothes I took home from that visit. SO that will be a brag for another week.
Back to the warehouse… I wasn’t finding much at first but I still looked through every row, every box and every nook and cranny. YOU NEVER KNOW! I picked up these pretty plates and was looking around the kitchen stuff when Matt walked over holding up this E wall hanging that was so perfect, I couldn’t believe it. I later found its older bigger brother which I promptly added to the pile growing in my arms. And while I was at it, why not add that moody floral scarf made in Italy to the mix? When I got to the ‘cash’ and showed my findings to the guy (and admitted that I had also dropped a 3rd plate and it broke somewhere… to which he barely batted an eyelash) he said how’s five dollars sound? And I replied with all the fake calm I could muster up, sounds good to me!
As for the glass coton jar, this find was from a previous thrift forage at the church sale, which I never had a chance to photograph. So I figured this was a good occasion to showcase it alongside the newer goodies. I had seen the jar on a previous visit to the church but hesitated and then of course wished I had taken it home. So when I noticed it was still there on my latest visit in december, I snatched it up.
I feel as though I am slowly weeding out the cheap stuff in my apartment that I’ve accumulated over the last decade of living ‘on my own’. Slowly but surely, the quality-vintage-one-of-a-kind-treasures are replacing the personality-lacking items in my home that I’ve bought out of necessity or boredom along the years. Sometimes you just have to embrace your hoarding tendencies and use them for the greater good. In this case, giving amazing things a good home – and filling MY home with decades of stories and memories… and a little dust.