This past month, for the first time, I've started having an afternoon of childcare (thank you dear sister!). The intent wasn't exactly so that I could go thrifting, but inevitably...I do. And, oh, it's just soooo much easier to do alone (and the grocery store, and the bank, and a zillion other errands that I always did with three little ones). On this particular thrifting visit, they had just brought out a new bin of linens when I arrived, which I was politely hovering over. Until I saw two ladies in their 70's just about dive headfirst into that thing, digging and pulling and chatting away. And so naturally, I joined them.
We had a grand time there. Chatting. Digging. And sharing treasures. Of course the beauty of it was that we were looking for *quite* different things. They were loving the 'cute' cotton prints of the 80's, and I was loving the 'old time' prints (their words).
I let them do most of the talking, and I mostly smiled. I especially smiled to myself when I heard them discussing how they 'didn't have time to sew anymore'. Hmn. Not sure I get that.
They were smiling (laughing?) at what I put in my cart of course. Couldn't quite understand why I wanted all this OLD material (do you call it material or fabric?). Or gosh...someone's old, worn aprons? And linen tea towels?
I walked away from the linens section after saying my goodbyes and thank you's (they were helping me dig, afterall). I was quite pleased with the visit--the fabric and the company. And on my way to the register found these last few favorite jumping out at me. The tray is so perfect I can hardly stand it, and the white gloves? You can never have enough vintage white gloves around with a child like Calvin, I tell you. And the shoes. Oh, the shoes. I have this new obsession with 'vintage' shoes...these fab Hush Puppies have this great caramel swirl thing going on that makes me think of candy every time I look at my feet in them. That might be weird, but I love them.
