Sometimes, I know that I just need to go thrifting. It can be a feeling that is triggered by not having thrifted in some time. It can be triggered even after several days of thrifting. I just know, by the pricking o’ me thumbs, that something amazing is awaiting me at a thrift store. And I have to go, until that feeling is satisfied.
The awesomeness can be something big, like the time I was literally pulled over to an authentic Hermes scarf.
The awesomeness can be something small but significant, like the time I was stuck with my writing career and a shelf of Grace Livingston Hill books beckoned to me like a beacon.
The need to thrift washed over me last week, when I was reading Sarah‘s blog Wearing It On My Sleeves, which is one of my favorite modest fashion blogs. She posted a blog about the nifty household treasures she’s found while thrifting. And just like that, I remembered how much I love finding unique things for my home…and I just knew something was out there waiting.
So on the pretense of needing new boots, and possibly finding a few new-to-me maxi skirts, I went to Arlington Resale.
And there they were. All three of them.
These are honest to goodness, pencil and pen and ink fashion drawings from the 1970s. I nearly swooned when I saw them. They were hanging up next to the dressing rooms, and at first I thought they were just repros. Then I saw they were real. And as the black dots swirled before my eyes from a thrift-induced swoon, I grabbed them off the walls, hugged them to my chest, and took off for the cash register, boots and skirts forgotten.
And when I got them home, I popped the frames open. The drawings, which were cut unevenly out of their mat boards with an unwary x-acto knife, were ads for Kassab’s Department Store in Joplin, MO.
And now…they’re mine! Thriftindipity!