I love thrifting for so many reasons. I thrift to outfit my growing boy. I thrift to outfit myself and my husband. I thrift when I am buying dishes to sell to Replacements,Ltd. I also thrift when I decide to change the décor in my home. Sometimes it takes me quite a while to hunt down that perfect piece but with the money I save it is well worth the wait! One thing I hadn’t counted on while thrifting is a sweet little old lady who almost took me down. Let me “splain” (Think Ricky Ricardo).
One lovely, sunny afternoon I decided to hit the town thrifting. I was almost done buying what I needed to turn my traditional living room into a cheerful, sunny cottage. One thing I didn’t have was the perfect curtains. Now I had been hunting THE PERFECT curtains for many weeks. My mind was set on THE PERFECT curtains. I stopped at my favorite thrift store and was minding my own business browsing at the bin of household goods. It just so happened that while I was standing at that bin, the worker came and plopped down THE PERFECT curtains. I mean they were exactly what I was looking for! I yelled out, “OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” I scooped them up as quick as I could and started sizing them up. Length, color, pattern- everything was perfect. Then I hear a sweet little old lady say, ” Oh, I was following her around the store for these curtains.” Being the nice person I am, I ignored her. C’mon, I just found THE PERFECT curtains. These curtains were nestled in my arms and I continued to size them up. All of a sudden I felt a tug. Much to my dismay, the end of one of my PERFECT curtains was trailing across the bin. I look up and sweet, little old lady was pulling it towards her. I said (politely, of course) “Excuse me, what you are pulling is attached to my arm.” She paid me no mind and a few seconds later I feel another tug. I said again, ” Excuse me, what you are pulling is attached to my arm.” This time she acknowledged me and mumbled an “ok”. I thought that was the end of it and I was thinking about sharing my PERFECT curtains with her when the next thing I know she is trying to pull those curtains right out of my hands. I couldn’t believe it. I thought this could be an episode of Candid Camera. Then she screams out a loud “OUCH!” What was going on I wondered? Well, sweet little old lady’s finger is bleeding. She then goes up to a store employee and tells them that while I pulling the curtains from her hand, a pin caught her finger. WHAT!!!??? Are you kidding me? I marched myself up to the check-out counter and bought up all of THE PERFECT curtains and brought them home. And guess what? They are no longer THE PERFECT curtains. I tried to hang them up. I even covered up pillows with some of them. I can’t stand to look at them.
So, while I encourage you to go thrifting, I caution you to beware of sweet little old ladies lurking in shadows. Your life may never be the same-or your curtains for that matter!