I love thrift shopping. I love finding just what I needed/wanted/never knew I needed until I saw it. And I love getting it for a deal.
Since I’ve started sewing it’s been even worse…now there is vintage fabric and sheets to search for along with the notions, books and wool I’ve been collecting.
My husband does not feel the thrill of the thrift like I do but he is very patient with waits in the car with five children, or listening to me deliberate over a certain floral pattern which he loathes because vintage is not his thing. Considering there are seven people living in this rather small and currently overflowing home, he is very, VERY understanding of the steady trickle (stream?) of used books, buttons and crafting dreams that follow me into this space after I’ve been let loose in a second-hand store.
The kids, well, I am still working on them. They have mixed emotions where thrift stores are concerned. If someone is looking for a Halloween costume or a certain volume of Magic Tree House, they are more willing participants and if they are less than enthused I can always tempt them with a browse through the books.
This weekend my lovely family was so kind as to wander with me through not one but two second-hand stores. They helped me search for buttons, encouraged me to buy one more sweater, picked out some fun reading materials and quietly accepted the florals despite their revulsion to them.
There was only one small casualty during our time out…
…careful it isn’t pretty…
…maybe stuffing four loaves of bread into the fridge for a slow rise was not the best idea. This guy didn’t do so well.
But these little guys cheered me up.
So now that I am even more fully stocked than before I have to get going with some projects…ideas anyone?
Maybe I will start with a slice of cinnamon bread.
*We’re planning some fun Valentine’s Day projects this week in the jay’s house – hope you’ll pop in for another visit!