Linaloo

Today at the thrift store I bought:

 
a pretty blue sheet (no surprises) - $2.
sparkly shoes for my daughter (this is the first time I’ve bought shoes from a thrift store, but these look like they have barely been worn) - $6.

Not pictured:

sweat pants for my son (immaculate condition) -$4.
grey tunic for me (GAP) - $5.

The store I frequent is not the cheapest.  It’s my local Value Village (or the much more chic sounding Village de Valeur as it’s known in French) which, apart from a small percentage of their profits donated to local charities, is basically a for profit business.  People drop off their unwanted goods and VV simply sort it and sell it. It’s a pretty huge place and it’s easy to lose a few hours in there but it’s all very organized (which works well for me as I’m not really good at rifling through piles) and the clothes are arranged by type, size and then colour.  It always makes me smile that the racks look like rainbows.

Thrifty happiness :: I am the doily queen

 
Yesterday was my first day back at work since just before Christmas.  As a reward for getting through my Monday blues I promised myself a quick post work trip to the thrift store.  I picked up a milk glass vase (to add to my growing collection) straight away and then I circled and circled for a while just knowing that there was some little treasure waiting to be found. That's often the way I find when it comes to hunting down something special.

I had all but given up and was heading to the checkout when I saw these little coasters on the bottom of a shelf full of knick knacks.

 
 
Glass coasters covered with doilies, calling out my name, for a song.   A good start to the week I'd say.