Thrifted Finds

On Tuesday I hit my favorite thrift store. Sometimes I wish it were closer. Other times I'm happy it's not. I can go a little crazy in there.

I found a few vintage sheets to add to my ever-growing stash. I'm almost embarrassed to admit that I have two full storage containers of vintage sheets.

The top one looks familiar. Like I might already have it. But I can't really tell. Spenser loves the pink one. She walked around the store rubbing her cheek on it. (I tried not to freak out much that it hadn't been laundered yet.)

A bowl to go in my downstairs bathroom.

A set of matching Fire King. Please ignore the chicken that I'm thawing out. I had limited fridge space and had to find the right size pan to fit in that space so I could thaw the meat. This one was just perfect. (See! I totally use my stuff.)

Curtain panels. I have a few ideas for this. Maybe a large bag? Maybe as skirt? I'm not quite sure. It was a set of four.

And some vintage patterns for 25 cents each. I just couldn't resist.

I also bought a lamp for Spenser's room. It's similar to the ones in my room. I guess she's going to want a new lampshade now, too.

And I found a cool wooden chair. It needs something and we're still in negotiations as to what will become of this chair. Taylor is getting a taller desk and needed a chair. The chair will need a new seat cover, but we are trying to decide what fabric and what color. I also told him I could paint it. Or leave it as is. So many decisions. (I'll be sure to share before and after soon. At least I hope it will be soon. As soon as my eldest decides. Or I decide for him.)

A funny little story about the day we went thrifting:

Spenser and Sawyer saw a Skittles/M&M's dispenser near the front door of the thrift store. I said to them, "I don't know if I have a quarter. Let me see." And I started to fish around in my purse looking for either loose change or my change purse. I continued digging until I found two, of course. I bought them each some Skittles and turned around to pick up my purchases. An elderly, one-armed man walked over with a $5 bill in his hand. He was trying to give it to me. I can only guess that he thought I was destitute because I said I didn't know if I had a quarter and I was shopping at the Salvation Army. I told him we were okay. He still tried to pass off the $5 and told me to buy something for my little girl. I told him I bought her a necklace (which was already around her neck). And then he sweetly said, "Do you think you can use it?" I couldn't believe how sweet he was and how much he wanted to help me. A stranger. I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Thank you. Really. My husband takes care of me." I really didn't know what to say. And after I left the store I wondered if I looked like I was some destitute mama. I later ran into a friend of mine and she confirmed I did not. It just makes me realize that there are some very kind and charitable people out there. And it warmed my heart on a chilly January day.