March 27, 2009The Joy (And Pain) Of Thrifting
I love thrifting and garage saleing. I have ever since I was 3, when, at a garage sale on a family vacation, I pulled an old stuffed koala out of a bin marked “10 cents” and took him home with me. Even though I was going to name him “Fred”, my Dad’s teasing name of “10 cent Kowalie” stuck as I carried him around from place to place for the next 5 years. I still have “Kowalie” tucked next to my Cabbage Patch kid and a hairless Barbie, kept in a bin of filled with other toys and fond childhood memories.
And therein lies my problem. I have a great time going to places and collecting the great things people just don’t have room for, but I have a problem letting things go when their time comes around. “Kowalie” should have been in the family rummage sale when I turned 10, but he wasn’t.
Case and point, these fabulous Siamese cat salt and pepper shakers. Yes, I know that the boy cat has a chip in his ear, but I thought their cuteness (and the extremely good deal that I got on them) would overcome that imperfection, and I bought these with the intention of selling them at my Etsy store. But now that I have them home…well…I want them! While I was photographing them to sell, I realized how they fit together without actually having a designated place on the girl cat’s cheek where she is supposed to touch the boy. For some reason that fascinates me. So now, they are in their new home in the guest bedroom.
Ahh well, such is life, right? Maybe after a year or two I will decide I can bear to part with them. In the meantime, I picked up another pair of shabby chic kittens at the same sale, and I plan on putting those guys up in the store ASAP. Except that I really like their playful little looks. And there is still room on the Siamese shelf…..