I explored some thrift shops today, after some embarrassingly intensive research into the area’s supply of thrift. I had a total of 27 locations that were flagged as “thrift, secondhand, or consignment.” So, this morning (afternoon actually, I woke up at 11..) I decided to concentrate my efforts in the Eastern and Southeastern locations on my list. This selection was partly due to my need to go to a post office in order to send final pictures to some “clients” back home. Viola! a Post office was in the East side of Savannah.
This plan would have worked out wonderfully if, when I left the apartment, I had remembered to take the things in which I had planned to mail. Sigh, just another day in the good intentioned but failed plans of Christine.
My mission was to look at old books and vanities (like desk and mirror set-ups.) Old books, because I am planning to make Christmas presents from old antique books this year (hope that doesn’t give anything away.) This also would have been a success, IF I had taken cash. But seeing as I did not, no one would accept plastic for 3 and 4 dollar purchases of old books.
Many shops were either ridiculously priced antiques or places like Blessingdales in which my many finds would fill up my car (if I had only brought cash…)
Therefore, the trip ended up being more informative, than productive. But that’s ok, because I found a goodwill (they are not as good as back home, might I add.) I also found a small dainty vanity made of white wicker, for which the shop owner bartered with me with out me saying anything…
The scene:
I walk inside, shopowner asks if he can help me with anything. I confess my interest in a vanity, and he names a price on a white wicker vanity. $30!
He then directs me to a larger one, of which is a sister to Chasity’s back home, and says $50! I’m already thinking these prices are just fine, but I admit to him, I am in a honda and am therefore only browsing.
He then responds with, “alright, I’ll give you the small white one for $20, the top comes off, it’ll fit.”
I smile and assure him, he would have had me sold if only I had brought cash.
You certainly did not need another, “Let’s see what we can fit in the back of a car” fiasco!
haha, oh but that was so fun!