This probably sounds like it's going to be an inspirational Christmas story (it's not). Unless a good day at the thrift store is like Christmas morning (it is).
I live an hour east of civilization and the thrift store options nearby are few and far between. If I travel east another 20 miles, I reach a town I like to think of as 'The Promised Land of Thrifting' and yesterday's excursion was no exception.
I did all of my boring errands first (get a snow shovel, hairball stuff*, blahblahblah at Home Depot) with the idea I would reward** myself with a trip to My Favorite Salvation Army Store Ever. (Yes, I have a favorite Salvation Army store. Everyone does, right? I've been to some that were consistently awful, this one is always amazing. I love it).
Completely oblivious to the time of day, I was in the store for 10 minutes when they announced they were closing. (note to self - when driving 20 miles to shop, watch the clock) Fortunately, in that short amount of time I was able to grab a vintage chenille bedspread, some wonderful VAT PRINTS vintage fabric and 2 pretty milk glass dishes.
But wait, there's more!
The line at the cash register was moving slowly so I poked around the sweater racks and found a vintage black beaded sweater in perfect condition. In my size.
Thrilling, I tell you.
And so now I'm back to my regularly scheduled Christmas sewing.
*Just to be clear, this is for Vintage Cat
**My self-reward system also applies to dental appointments,
Christmas shopping & bathing suit purchases