Let's face it... What we pick up at the thrift store can reveal both character traits and the subconscious longings of our very souls. Because it is indeed ourselves and not the tides of fortune that truly determine what amongst the flotsam and jetsam of mankind's discards will make it's way into our lives, or at least the back of our cars.
This week in the midst of chilly, breezy but sunny days, I picked up this:
The second thing you will notice is that I have Spring Fever. The purchase of a picnic basket or patio furniture is always a significant symptom of this malady.
From this Estate Sale purchase you will see that I am a person of discerning taste who values style above fashion and has a tendency to rely on classic motifs to define my personal tastes.
Also, I'm not too creeped out to buy stuff that probably belonged to somebody who's dead now. In addition, they probably kept their used kleenex in there, so I'm probably not a huge germ-a-phobe.
From this example you can clearly divine that I am mildly imbalanced.
I am a obsessive-compulsive, pack rat, hoarder that is probably due for an intervention and a series of meetings that begin something like:
"Hello My Name is Betty. And I am a Compulsive Junk Shopper."
Even though I am admitting here and now that I do have a problem, you will be relieved to know that this blog is as close as I will go to any sort of reality show situation.
I also feel like I need to provide some rationalization, by stating that it was free, it has pretty eyes and it was clearly unloved.
But that still doesn't make it right... does it?
So, What does your thrift shop/estate sale/flea market purchase say about you?