Thrift Shopping
A Gift From God
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As soon as I walk in the door I go to town. I first check the shoe bins to see if they have yet to receive turquoise boots---the one thing I always look for. Nothing. Then comes the costume jewelry. I dip my hands into the crates of beads and earrings and spread them out between my fingers...lots of treasures waiting to be found.
Among these are set of silver bracelets---the kind that clang together when one moves their arm; I love that sound. Also, there are these earrings that are so long they hang to my shoulders when I hold them up to my ears in the mirror. They consist of numerous tiny chains linked together and they remind of those paper chains we made in elementary school for the holidays as a decoration. I found a "pebbles" necklace among the rubble and nearly tripped over my own feet trying to get to Tenille to show her my new treasure. Pebbles necklace simply means large, white, jagged yet smooth stones connected with elastic like Pebbles from the Flinstones had. Alright, time to move on.
I slowly make my way to the purses. I'm not a girly girl by any means but a funky bag is a must have accessory. Sorry to say I found nothing of interest today. I lifted dozens of old, beaten bags as the smell of smoke filled my nostrils. It's funny how much it bothers me now. Growing up in a home where ciggarettes weren't the only thing being smoked (if you catch my drift), I think, should make me immune. Guess not, it made me wanna gag.
I walk over to the toys and relive my childhood through Nite Brites and Candyland boardgames. I run my hands over mystifying puzzles, trying to decide if it's worth it to buy a puzzle only to realize the pieces are missing. They're so beautiful though!
Before I could start on my favorite part of the store, though, Tenille called my name from the dressing rooms to make sure a certain pair of shorts looked ok on her. I recently converted her to my way of thinking in the thrift shopping area.
I pass by the female pants area and laugh to myself. No one throws out their "fat" clothes, only skinny ones. They know which size they'll be returning to soon. I relunctantly make a pit stop in the book section; I feel that these books must not be worth reading if people gave them up for free. Plus you have to go through hundreds of books about pregnancy and even more written by preachers in the 50's. But I try for a find anyway and come out with a new diary.
I save the best part for last. The "Men's T-Shirt" section. Oh joy! I try to push the unwanted shirts to the side to sift through the good ones, but the hangers are so large and the shirts so numerous it's nearly impossible. Don't these people know I need to see every single shirt to make valid choices? So, I remove a chunk and move it to a far corner. Now I can do some real shopping. I sift through all the blood donation shirts, the various church camp shirts, and all the "Delta" "Kappa" b.s. My only finding was an old dingy white t-shirt with the words "G'day Mate!" written across the chest. How wonderful!
Now it's time to go, but I know we'll be returning soon. They're having a 50% off sale next week.
Trinitie
As soon as I walk in the door I go to town. I first check the shoe bins to see if they have yet to receive turquoise boots---the one thing I always look for. Nothing. Then comes the costume jewelry. I dip my hands into the crates of beads and earrings and spread them out between my fingers...lots of treasures waiting to be found.
Among these are set of silver bracelets---the kind that clang together when one moves their arm; I love that sound. Also, there are these earrings that are so long they hang to my shoulders when I hold them up to my ears in the mirror. They consist of numerous tiny chains linked together and they remind of those paper chains we made in elementary school for the holidays as a decoration. I found a "pebbles" necklace among the rubble and nearly tripped over my own feet trying to get to Tenille to show her my new treasure. Pebbles necklace simply means large, white, jagged yet smooth stones connected with elastic like Pebbles from the Flinstones had. Alright, time to move on.
I slowly make my way to the purses. I'm not a girly girl by any means but a funky bag is a must have accessory. Sorry to say I found nothing of interest today. I lifted dozens of old, beaten bags as the smell of smoke filled my nostrils. It's funny how much it bothers me now. Growing up in a home where ciggarettes weren't the only thing being smoked (if you catch my drift), I think, should make me immune. Guess not, it made me wanna gag.
I walk over to the toys and relive my childhood through Nite Brites and Candyland boardgames. I run my hands over mystifying puzzles, trying to decide if it's worth it to buy a puzzle only to realize the pieces are missing. They're so beautiful though!
Before I could start on my favorite part of the store, though, Tenille called my name from the dressing rooms to make sure a certain pair of shorts looked ok on her. I recently converted her to my way of thinking in the thrift shopping area.
I pass by the female pants area and laugh to myself. No one throws out their "fat" clothes, only skinny ones. They know which size they'll be returning to soon. I relunctantly make a pit stop in the book section; I feel that these books must not be worth reading if people gave them up for free. Plus you have to go through hundreds of books about pregnancy and even more written by preachers in the 50's. But I try for a find anyway and come out with a new diary. I save the best part for last. The "Men's T-Shirt" section. Oh joy! I try to push the unwanted shirts to the side to sift through the good ones, but the hangers are so large and the shirts so numerous it's nearly impossible. Don't these people know I need to see every single shirt to make valid choices? So, I remove a chunk and move it to a far corner. Now I can do some real shopping. I sift through all the blood donation shirts, the various church camp shirts, and all the "Delta" "Kappa" b.s. My only finding was an old dingy white t-shirt with the words "G'day Mate!" written across the chest. How wonderful!
Now it's time to go, but I know we'll be returning soon. They're having a 50% off sale next week.
Trinitie
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