Check my series of thrift shop doors. I felt funny taking every one of these photos and tried to pretend I was texting my friends instead of snapping shots on exit, but I persevered in the interest of inner excavation.
|Saint Paul's is a hit-and-miss experience.|
The prices are all over the place in this place, but don't try to steal anything, because "God Is Watching." I know this because of the variety of signs within that say so. I once bought a set of Hull brown drip dishes for $12. The bowls are awesome, but what the hell do you do with a miniature bean pot? Or six? This time, I passed up a tiny gemini-embossed teacup because it was not very useful and overpriced at $3.
|I bought Tatyana's sewing machine at this Salvation Army.|
I passed up a gorgeous green, 1970s-style, patterned soup tureen (for a small soup) with four very small soup-tureen-with-lid-style bowls because it was $12 (who are they kidding?) and because I could hear Hannah's voice in the back of my head (it lives there) telling me I didn't need another bowl. She's right. But I am still fighting the urge to go back and get it. I did buy a pretty crocheted potholder that matches the green and pale yellow of my kitchen for a quarter. That was overpriced, too, but I didn't complain.
|My favorite Goodwill|
I didn't buy either of the two punch bowls that I found here (one was kind of small and not very pretty, but it was only $9, and the other one was footed and actually quite attractive, but was $12 - I must have some sort of subconscious "below $12, but only if it's pretty" limit), but found it quite difficult NOT to buy the ugly $5 Italian ashtray (I don't smoke) with the thick orange glaze and odd impressions in it. Really, I held it in my hand for a good three minutes, pondering.
The absolute score of the day (an excellent thrift store purchase is called a "score") was a nifty glass measuring vessel that would make a nice vase, but which is in fact a urine specimen container. Is someone messing with me? I couldn't pass it up. Should have bought both of them.
|This is where I bought most of my pretty cut-glass champagne coupes. I don't care|
if champagne is better in flutes. I serve whiskey punch in them.