Three words that make me really happy!
I love going into a thrift store not knowing what I will find that will make my heart pitter-patter a little faster. The element of surprise some call it. I can honestly say that it doesn’t take much to make me happy.
My husband is more than thrilled that my tastes are thrifty, I’m sure! Sunny enjoys going with me, though he spends most of his time in the book section. I don’t know if he’s just humoring me or really enjoys our haunts into the land of cast-offs.
I like to think that this lifestyle has rubbed off on my daughters. But Chels isn’t big on thrift stores. Since she mainly looks for clothes, she admits she doesn’t have the patience, especially at Goodwill where the clothes are sorted by color, not size. I don’t blame her, that’s one of my peeves as well. But she has told me she looks for bargains anywhere she shops now. And when she finds one, she always tells me she learned from the best. Awww!
Grace likes going for the same reason as me—the thrill of the hunt. She’s managed to collect nearly all of the American Girl books over the last couple of years. A huge savings! She also heads over to the baby clothes and has collected enough clothes for her baby dolls and her own baby’s layette someday!
Various thrifting finds/or things inherited
Nearly everything in my home has come from thrift stores or garage sales. Some items have been given to me, and I’ve even been known to *gasp* curb shop.
Just goes to show you—you never have to buy retail!