Today, I'm grateful for thrift stores. Yes, I said thrift stores.
Blame it on the cheap-o that I truly am at my core...blame it on my love for all things old...blame it on the sheer joy of finding something perfect with tiny little price tag...blame it on whatever -- they make me happy.
I must say that strange looks come my way when people find out how much I love to thrift shop. I can read them like a book.
They're thinking, "Really? Do people even go to thrift stores any more??"
Oh, yes. This girl does.
BUT, let me say that I'm a bit of a thrift store/yard sale/estate sale snob. I will not buy a ratty old T-shirt just for the plain and simple fact that it's $0.50. That's not savvy shopping...that's stupid. AND, I have to be in the "thrifting mood." If there's one huge downfall to thrifting, it's that it's totally hit or miss. One really great trip makes up for 2 or 3 not-so-great trips.
I would say my love (and hence, my gratitude) for thrift stores stems from a love to shop in general. I even love to grocery shop. Seriously. Justin swears I just get this high from handing people money. (For the record, he's completely exaggerating.)
Over the years -- lots and lots of years -- I've come across some really great deals. The best part is that 99% of folks would have never guessed it was something snagged from a thrift store. I would encourage you if you have a few hours to spare (really, nearly no one has a "spare" few hours), venture into a thrift store and dig around.
I can bet you'll be pleasantly surprised.