I am thrifting stuff that I hadn't even remembered from my childhood.
All those green pedestal dishes I have been grabbing up at Goodwill? Mom had them. Didn't know that until Brother One started pulling them out of the 'vase cupboard'. I didn't need my Mom's green glass pedestal dishes because I have thrifted several of my own!
Those little plastic Nativity shiny brite's that I can't walk away from? Check.
Vintage Tupperware? Check.
Plastic lid-covered frosted candy dishes? Check.
Anything OLIVE colored? Check, check, check, check, check and check.
Is Olive even a good color choice for anyone else or is it my personal flashback to the 70's? I can't walk away from anything colored Olive.
I have also realized the past few days that the thrifting we all do is rather personal, isn't it? A memory that something triggers that we never realized existed but was back there in our minds nonetheless.
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Ditto on the thrifting - it has to stir something within for it to come home with me... not always sure what that 'something' is that it stirs, but...
"Stuffs gotta have Soul!"
My wifey and I say all the time that "we're buying back our childhood, one thrift score at a time."
The wave of nostalgia can wash over me from the most inconsequential items - old matchbooks, a plastic cup, a tattered towel like the one I took to swiming lessons when I was 5...it't like a time machine.
xox,
Susan
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