In my current state of “free time”, I like to roam thrift stores. Who am I kidding? I like to roam thrift stores. Period.
It’s fun, relaxing, destressing, and helps me to clear my mind. It’s like meditation, but walking through a dusty store filled with random people’s throw aways that will make me sneeze.
Each item tells a story. Sometimes I come up with how a particular item came to be, or how it ended up at this particular thrift store. It reminds me of library storytime as a kid. Sometimes the person reading the story would have an old relic of some sort to relate the story to, and make it stick. It was essentially like a history lesson, sometimes completely made up or entirely embellished.
I have an eye for the strange or unusual at thrift stores. Its almost like I’m drawn to these random oddbits by some magnet. For example…
I don’t know what it is, but I love it! It’s like a ceramic sideshow. Miss Tiffani’s Oddity Emporium……has a ring to it….hmmmm….
In any case, I end up buying them because maybe I can sell them in my imaginary antique store(which, as of late, has manifested into eBay). I genuinely have fun finding these odd ones, cleaning them up and texting pics of them to my friends that freak them out.
Maybe I’ll take you along for my next trip? It’ll be fun.