Short Trip

I had a few minutes to burn today between my consulting gig that I picked up and running errands, so I stopped at a local thrift store.

I LOVE this store. I’ve found some really great finds that I’ve listed on eBay or kept for myself, or gifted to friends that collect odds and ends.

This particular store has not only a massive selection of clothing, accessories, and home goods, but the entire 2nd floor has furniture. Yes 2 stories of thrifted amazingness. Today I just roamed the furniture, took a few pics of the awesome stuff here:

I was in….AWE. There are times where I create stories for these pieces. Like where did they live? Who made them? How were they used/decorated/paired, etc? Just imagine the stories some of your own furniture could tell? That one time your son wrote on the table, the spills, the dinners eaten at your table, the holidays and birthdays celebrated….the personal history each piece holds makes it just THAT much more special.

I always think of what stories my family will add. It’s just beautiful!

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Eye for the odd…

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.

Furniture Stalking

That’s really the only thing that I can call it…”furniture stalking”. It sounds strange but that’s pretty much what I do. I’ll go to a thrift store, find something that I really like, check the price, and walk away if its too steep.

My way of acknowledging divine intervention. It’s one of those, “If you love it then let it go…..(but keep coming back to check the price because they’ll eventually lower it enough to make it worth the time) and if its still there, then you know its meant to be.

When I go back and it’s not there, it hurts a bit….but you let it go and move on.

This is even the case with discarded goods or items neighbors have tossed away. I’ll watch it for a few days and hope it doesn’t get picked up or rained on before I get back home. For example, the ugly desk. Maybe its not fair to give it that name, but so be it! The ugly desk sat out in front of a neighbors house for DAYS. I considered grabbing it, then a regular Florida torrential downpour occurred and there she sat. Water everywhere, like she was crying and saying, “YOU DID THIS TO ME!!!”

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So….I lamented and moved on….so sad. 😦

At the same time I’ve also been watching watching this gal:

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Isn’t she gorgeous? Or….maybe you don’t see what I do.

Anyway, she was $40, it wasn’t going to happen. The next time I went back she was 25% off. Today….she was 50% off and I had to beat out someone’s great-grandfather to get to it! With that said, she’s now mine, broken glass and all for a mere $17!!!!  No, I didn’t miscalculate, I negotiated $3 off because of the broken pane of glass.

I can’t wait to get home and lay out some plans for this beauty!