The Thrill of the Hunt
I felt it was time to change gears for a bit. I've been blogging so often about my professional life, that this blog seems to have taken a turn for the paycheck chat. Don't be fooled, there is so much more to me than my 8-5 (and those of you who know me know it's more like an 8:23 - whatevertimeofnightIgetoutofhere:00). I used to blog ALL OF THE TIME about crafting and gardening. At least, that's how I remember it. I'd have to go back and see if that is really the case. I'd like to get back to a me who has the energy and inspiration each night to download what's living in my head and make it fun.
I'll start with this post.
I know that shopping for vintage items at thrift stores is equivalent to putting a bird on it as far as trendy goes. I care not. If enjoy something, I do it (and yes, I love people who put birds on it!). I've always had a thing for flea markets. When I lived in Austin, I was in a mecca for cool, hip, funky things and those things usually came with a hefty price tag. It was Austin, after all. Cheap isn't something that city is familiar with. However, it wasn't until I moved to NWArkansas that I learned that it isn't the flea market you need to spend your time at, it was the thrift store.
Thrift stores are usually home to LOADS and LOADS of junk someone dropped off after cleaning out their garage. I've even found a creepy prosthetic that had seen better days in the 1960s at one of these shops. Keep your eyes open, though, and you can find treasures. Thrifting isn't for the faint of heart. Thrifting takes stamina, good shoes and loads of iced coffee. You have to use your poker face or risk someone following you around if you look too excited about everything you find. It takes not being squimish to touch someone else's clothes/kitchen goods/sheets.
Thrifting is work.
But it usually results in some great treasures. Take that scale in the picture above. The last one I found up for auction online went for $59 and the condition was no where near to that above. I found mine for $5 at a garage sale. And no, it's not a repro, it's the real deal. And that McCoy cookie jar, just $13 at Salvation Army.
I'm not sure what I love more, the object or the REALLY great deal I found. Maybe it's a combination of both. Maybe that is what makes thrifing so dang exciting.
Maybe that's what makes it so dang addictive.
My name is Erin, and I have a thrifting problem (but at least my sister - she blogs here - has a bigger problem - she buys all the things! No really, she finds the most AMAZING treasures for next to nothing... I get jealous).