Hi friends! Welcome back to my blog 🙂 Today’s post is a little bit different than my usual ones; in fact, it has NOTHING to do with my Mass Communications class. It is on something that I am very fond of…but you will have to read along to find out what it is!
Have you ever heard someone say, “go to your happy place?” I have. Growing up, if I was sad, or unhappy, I would hear someone tell me to find my happy place. Back in the day, my happy place was the beach, or camping with my family; today, my happy place is way different. A lot of people have common happy places. Usually, they have to do with a memory, or something that makes them feel good. Mine is like this, too.
My happy place is somewhere where things are tossed away. It is where something no longer wanted, becomes needed. Where something old becomes new. My happy place is surrounded by things that one person may love and another…not so much (any ideas yet?) My happy place is right down the road from my home, and it is somewhere that I love. My happy place is the local thrift store.
YIKES. Did I lose you? Let me tell you a story.
As a little girl, my dad would take me to garage sales. I learned how to rift through all the junk to find the perfect item. My dad taught me to bargain, and to know when something is not worth the work. As I got older, we branched out and started going to consignment stores. I started shopping at all the thrift stores I could find. It was something that I loved to do with my dad as a hobby. Once I was in high school, this activity was no longer something I did for fun, it was an escape from real life.
I would go to thrift stores after school, or on the weekends to get away from all of my work and chaos. I drove to the store, and I would shop for hours; looking through every isle, trying on all the clothes. Sometimes I found things that I loved, and sometimes I found nothing at all. The point wasn’t to find a hundred items; it was about finding something that I loved.
Now, a lot of you have either started to zone out or are gagging at the thought of wearing a strangers clothes. For those of you who are still intrigued, I have a little secret for you. I did not always feel comfortable wearing used clothes, or buying something that was not brand new. It is not something that everyone loves to do; However, as I got older, and shopped more frequently, it became more enjoyable. Now, I have learned a lot of ways to be successful at thrifting.
At the end of the day, it is simply about having the patience to go through items at the store, and learning how to shop well. Just always remember to shop locally at the thrift store before purchasing full price in retail.
Thanks for joining me today ❤ ❤