First stop: obscure unmarked thrift store with the friendly owners who know us by name. They run it out of an old house; a separate part of the upper floor is occupied by renters. We call it “The Pink Door House” because, well….it has a pink door. The guy who owns the place was saving a box of the dishes I collect for me to look through. The last time I was in we discussed collections and he was quite excited when I mentioned some glassware that he happens to have boxes of in his own basement. He told me to come in again the following week and he’d have them for me. Well, when we got there, the door was still locked and the open sign was off, despite the fact that it was their normal business hours. I was bummed!
Next stop: Goodwill. Again, disappointment. There was absolutely nothing interesting on the shelves. Not even any good books. I did find a huge, white and poufy crinoline slip in the Halloween costumes. For $3.99, I had to have it…don’t ask me why. For the next time I wear a fabulous 1950’s ball gown out to buy groceries, I suppose. There was a lady flipping through the same rack as me and she nabbed the red crinoline slip I was eyeing. I squinted my eyes at the back of her frizzy head and sent a silent voodoo curse her way.
Third stop: a small little church-run shop where all the cute old ladies volunteer. Last week I found a retro aqua and white ice bucket and a faux leopard print swing coat. This week…NADA. In the car afterwards, I bemoaned my usual lack of thrifting luck as I stared at my giant bag full of fluffy fabric. “Mom, I think I have lost my thrifting mojo”, I said pathetically. She wrinkled up her face and said “What’s a mojo??”
I said, “Yunno, like Austin Powers? “I’ve lost my mojo!” Remember?”
She looked perplexed. I sighed.
Whatever. It didn’t matter if she got it, the point was that my luck was sucking big time. We swung by The Pink Door House again and it was still closed. We stopped by another Goodwill in the town across the bridge and I was relieved when I found two vintage aprons, $1.99 each, for my collection. Maybe I wasn’t cursed after all. After that, we drove down the road to the Mission Mart where I found a deer planter and a gold-painted cast iron planter in the shape of a cowboy boot. I started to get excited. Before our day was through, I found a pink Georges Briard ice bucket, two more aprons, two pairs of salt and pepper shakers, a German weather house/cuckoo clock and an enamel flower pin. Weee!!