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Thrift Shop Treasures
It’s a used one. I mean when I got it, it was already covered up by other people’s fingerprints. At first my attention was drawn to it because of the cover image. I like the four seasons in itself; I find that it is a fully complete process. I especially love how in winter everything freezes. It’s like if Simon in Simon Says called out: “Simon says freeze!” Then I heard the violins playing in my head like if my memory file contained the music sheet. I felt warmth in my heart. My eyes were closed yet allowing for the imagery of the letters to take place like a printed logo on my brain. I read: Vivaldi
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Styled
Thrifting and I became... a Thing
It was after a stressful day of work, and I needed a good drink and some retail therapy. This particular day, as soon as I got off, I drove to the nearest daiquiri shop. To my convience, there was a thrift shop across the street, yet a few stores down from the daiquiri shop. Now, this would be my very first time going into a thrift store. My grandma introduced me to them because for some reason she would get a kick out of "bagging" items that were "brand new" in her eyes. Sometimes I wanted to say "Lady, if it's in the thrift store, do you really think it's new?" But she loved it, and today I decided to get a taste of the thrill she gets out of thrift shopping.
By T'Nasha Thomas5 years ago in Styled
Lost and Found
I’ve always liked the idea that some items have a special place, somewhere they really belong. Perhaps it’s a romantic notion, to believe that everything that exists has some important purpose, but the thought has always shaped how I see the world. I go through each day, trying to connect the dots, to discover hidden meanings in the ordinary. Sometimes, the connections are pretty obscure, maybe even far-fetched, but I can recall an interesting event a few years ago, where the connection was clear.
By Maegan White5 years ago in Styled
From Fur to Vintage
When I walked into a thrift store a year ago, the musty scent would settle into my nasal cavities by the time I reached the first rack of clothing. Bargain deals in bold letters were based on the color of the tag. Racks of clothing were so close together you were practically swimming in a pool of cloth. The same old couples would be wandering the lines of home goods, their mouths dropping when they find a beautiful lamp or an unseen perfect photo frame. The teenagers who call themselves "hippies" would run down the racks, fighting for the last wool sweater.
By Isabella Wellman-Webster5 years ago in Styled
One Papaya Princess
I've always loved the allure of thrift shops. Back in school, however, I had to hide my affections. Instead of spending my weekends in London shopping in Oxford street like my classmates, my mum and I would sit together and trade out my thrifted labels with that of clothes that I'd grown out of the year before.
By Rose Waters5 years ago in Styled
When Old Becomes New
There is something so special about walking into a thrift store. It doesn’t matter which one although we all have our favorites, and it doesn’t really matter why you are there. It’s the excitement of what you might find and if you are going to find your next favorite thing!
By Sarah Weber5 years ago in Styled
Thrifting Pro's
How do you write a story about thrift shops without mentioning the song Thrift Shop by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. This song was so popular back in 2012 and talks about how Macklemore works at a thrift shop and buys everything from a broken keyboard to a pair of moccasins. He even says that he is hunting in the store looking for the next best thing that he can find because you never know what you will come across in these stores. In the music video you see him Macklemore wearing everything from fur coats to a built-in onesie with socks, riding a scooter, and running across multiple couches all in a line. The video does a great job at showing what goes on at thrift stores.
By Nicholas McKenna5 years ago in Styled
Magical Pajama Pants
When I saw the best thrift shop purchase challenge, I could not help but look down because still to this day since being a freshman in high school, a little over a decade ago. I went into a thrift store in the DFW area with my mother, which normally means that I get done within five minutes and die of boredom or get in trouble while the neverending story actually starts. This time was different as I felt drawn to the rack in the far right of the store maybe it was the training or predestined fate, but I found the best pajama pants on this side of the galaxy that day. I was swiping like a madwoman on Tinder who gonna show that man what is good until the heavens parted to show me my soon-to-be “uniform” for the next decade. Those pants and I spent the next two and half hours being drug around as my mother and grandmother shopped till they literally made us all drop. Every few minutes after asking if we were close to getting to go eat would be followed by the hoping for the pants. Finally, after eternity and a day I got to go to the register with my precious treasure. Then just when some folks think God is done working miracles those pants became mine for just five dollars.
By DeeAnndra Dove5 years ago in Styled
Jeans, LBD and Wilfred.
If there is a thrift store in town, you can count on seeing me there whenever possible. Goodwill as a child was, to say the least am undesirable place to be. My parents got divorced when my brother and I were young. We stayed with dad through the week, he was the more stable one, on disability so it was an easy choice for my mom and him. What comes with disability is no money. Food Stamps, back when they came in a booklet, they never ripped off on the dotted seam as well as they should have. Along with, Medicare which was free health insurance and dentist visits for me and my brother! I guess looking back it was a good thing we got care, albeit not the best. Lastly, THRIFT STORES. I remember walking in to some and the overwhelming smell of must and tiredness. All things just sitting there untouched for however long it took 8 layers of dust to gather. Goodwill, back then was one of the better ones, if I could possibly put a positive spin on them. Goodwill was organized compared to the local thrift stores. Local was 30 minutes away though! Picking out clothes you were expected to wear to school that looked like they had been played in for years was not my idea of fun. After a while I realized I wasn’t going to get new stuff so if I wanted anything at all I was going to have to muster up the courage and then swallow my pride. Moving the tops one by one while conspicuously looking around in hopes I wouldn’t see someone I know.
By Candace Gomez5 years ago in Styled
