yesterday's thrift finds
Have you ever gone to a thrift store and get The Stare from other shoppers? I’m not talking about the usual people watchers, but the shoppers who stares at the stuff you have in your cart? Some do it nonchalantly and some stops you, comment and stare for a whole three minutes to examine your items.
These types of thrift shopping incidents makes me nervous and I hold onto my cart even tighter, run to the cash register and pay as fast as I can.
Such was the case yesterday; after dropping the kids off to school I was a free woman for three hours and didn’t know what to do with myself. Two weeks of no-thrifting, of course my first stop was at my favorite second hand shop and boy did I found some interesting things, and boy did I get stared at, I mean the items in my cart.
To me the stares could only mean either; “darnit I wish I found those first” OR “what on green earth is she going to do with those” but I'm pretty sure it was more of the latter.
The uneven cartwheels that made my items clink clanking all the way to the cash register didn’t help either.
All eyes were on me and my finds by the time I reached the line to pay.
you see, clearly my love for enamelware has no bounderies.