Earlier this week, I was driving back from a part of the world I don't usually visit. On the way back, near Alabaster (about 30 miles from Birmingham) I saw a sign for America's Thrift Store. Exit left. Well, I think I'll do that. (I'd planned to spend the afternoon organizing my home office, but something told me to switch gears.)
Look for signs. and
Be open to changing your plans at a moment's notice.
The parking lot was packed and the store was huge. Walking through the first few rows I started to wonder if I'd made a good decision. (Actually, I started to wonder if trips like this were detracting from my larger plan of managing my time to achieve my goals, like carving out time to work on a home office, which I dream will become a Zen-like place to write the great American novel and have a place to pay bills that normally are scattered about the house.) But, walking past these treasure chotchskies, I decided to shush the voices of the personal development experts for a moment. They weren't in the presence of decorative porcelain cats. Purrrr.
But I digress. Pushing my self-development angels/demons aside, I walked on through to the furniture, only to find this number. Bingo.
I've been wanting a chair like this since being inspired by my friend Stephanie's Craiglist find (check out how she re-did hers.) This one was $6! And as much as I'd coveted hers, I hadn't actively been looking for one of my own. Which brings me to:
Know your style, your needs, what you can use, what you can leave behind and what you must keep.
Pleased with my find, I kept walking, only to find these more treasures, which had to come home with me. The deer is missing an ear, but that doesn't matter.
There's beauty in the imperfect.
I debated buying this one, but knew that I would regret it if I didn't. I needed these delightful fonts and 70s pollution messages on a beer stein. (OK, maybe not "need," but it will bring some design inspiration to my office.)
Will you regret not doing it?
I also found a cute skirt and three Ralph Lauren shirts for Nate (total $8 for all those pieces). I resisted buying this record. Upon further reflection, wondering if that was a good decision:
But I pushed on, moving toward the shoes. There was one pair of gold, but sadly not in my size. Pleased with the treasures I had found, I thought about calling it a day and not going down the final row of shoes tucked in the corner.
Leave no stone unturned.
It was there I found these:
Like manna from boot heaven, the little puppies are the real deal, gorgeous leather, all broken in, and ... $16. (Actually $16.98, but who's counting.) At an 8.5, they were perfect, since I wear a 7.5 but one goes up a size in boots. Like something one would find in a Nashville vintage shop but cheaper, and in a thrift store in Alabaster.
I'm wearing them today. They smell all leathery and musty and wonderful. I hope that the smell never goes away. I will wear them as I write my novel. The office, however, is another story.