Thrifty Wednesday, Revisited

Sissy and I were out thrifting today.


We found lots and lots of treasures.


A gorgeous sky blue Pyrex dish, just the perfect size for vegetables.


Some Glasbake custard cups.


And two pieces of Fire King serveware.  Which is not very easy to find. So this was a banner day of thrifting.

I do not know who made this or where it came from. It's probably not valuable. 

But I like it.

It's green. It's perfect for St. Patrick's Day.

It was cheap.

A milk glass hobnail vase. 

Can't wait to see some pink roses in this fancy-schmancy v-a-h-z.

I'm still collecting wooden shoes to spray paint.

Now I need to start collecting cans of spray paint.

Ha.

We found some sweet postcards from the 1930s, with notes written on the back. 

Little slices of history.

The two on the right are linen cards, made in Germany. They are teeny tiny pieces of art.

Love them.

A milk glass dish. Now filled with lots and lots of kisses.


Well, actually not so many now. Maybe about half are still there. 


Maybe.


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Sissy and I were meandering through a thrift store, poking around the shelves, picking up this and that to examine the markings. Dropping things. Clanking things. Making spectacles of ourselves.


We forget we are out in public. And that there are other people around. People that might be listening to  us.


So we were in this thrift store, chatting back and forth, and before we knew it, our arms were full. We had found lots of treasures in this one store.


Sissy says, I'm starting to feel like a hoarder.


I say, We're not hoarders. We're collectors.


She says, But I have a lot of stuff now. And the house is getting full.


I say, Well, as long as we have very w-i-d-e paths between our stuff, we're not hoarders. Those people can't walk through their paths.


A burst of laughter from the woman standing next to us. Sorry, she says, but you guys are FUNNY.


Then she followed us around the store for a bit, finally asking our opinion on a soup tureen she liked. Only she didn't know it was a soup tureen. We told her that. She didn't really think she was fancy enough for a soup tureen but she liked it anyway. I said, Pretend it's a giant candy bowl.


She liked that.