We were at my parents house last weekend for a quick visit. We've been over this before, but it bears repeating: besides the nice tasting water and big mountains, there is thrift magic in the air up there.
My sister and I snuck away for a few minutes Sunday afternoon to go to a garage sale down the street. I rarely stop at garage sales/thrift stores any more (there are lots of reasons, one of them being the potential of actually being smothered by my stuff) and one of the only ways I can avoid them is to save up all my good thrift juju for trips north. So. Vindication: A footed hamper destined to become a side table, a wooden handled scoop, a sturdy wicker bathroom shelf (the kid with rounded sides that you mount on the wall-- I've been looking for one for a long time), a tiny squirrel cream and sugar, some old hard cover snoopy books, and a big biscuit tin covered in anemones and straw flowers. There was so much more-- I'm hoping she will open up her garage when we go back up in August. My sister and her daughter were best friends in first grade, so we may have an in.
I'm putting the universe on notice for the perfect bed side tables and will be taking enamelware orders from my people.