Thrift Store: Round One

I went to the thrift store this weekend. Oh oh. Because this place always manages to take a big slice of my paycheck, it’s a place I’ve been avoiding lately.

My whole house is thrift shop modern vintage, and I don’t know if that’s an actual design style, but it’s what I’ve got. It’s what I represent. There’s a messiness to it sometimes when new items come in and things are getting rearranged, or something is in the queue. But it’s always an interesting mess. I’m not comfortable with messy (Except in my car. My car will always be a mess. That’s for another post.) So sooner than not, most messes get taken care of pretty quickly.

So, I love the thrift store, and it loves me. I decided that since I really do need a dresser, that I would go. But no careless spending, Lyz! You are here for a dresser! Okay. I walk in, and the next thing a know, a guy is asking if I need any help with a chair. Apparently, I’m in the chair department and looking eager…

I escape the chairs and stroll confidently into the wooden furniture section. I’m doing well, until my eye catches something interesting, and it isn’t a dresser. It’s this little side table with a mid-century feel.

It gets better.

I’m a little upset that I can’t take it home with me. It’s marked $15, and I’m sure I could negotiate it down to $10, maybe $8. I probably wouldn’t paint it, but if I did, a hot pink would be in order. What’s a girl to do?

Suddenly, I remember you guys, my Readers! I decide that I can write a post showcasing some of the finds around my neighborhood thrift store. Yes! I’m always admiring these great pieces with no other way to showcase them but in my living room.

And I think that’s it. I love many of the pieces I come across so much that I want the world to see them and appreciate them too. Sort of like when you have a hot boyfriend. Also, I like looking at cool things. Also, I like looking cool. Also, I am cool, darn it. Well, at least my home is, which is good enough for me. It’s an ongoing work of love. Back to the thrift store.

I speak to a guy who works in the furniture department and I tell him about my epic battle to not lose my shit. We share plenty of witty banter mixed in with the haggling, and in the end, I get a good deal on this dresser. Actually, I wish I would’ve tried for less. Oh well, what are you gonna do? It was a decent price at $30.

She ain’t too pretty to look at now, but I’m going to spruce her up. I’ll try for an update post sometime soon.

I’m desperately hoping that the curtain is removable. I’d like to wash and possibly dye it another color.

 

Then there is this working station with the pretty hinges. I’ve noticed recently that I have a thing for tools of the trade.

 

This curvy side table, just begging for a home.

 

Picture it in white.

 

 

I’m intrigued by this thing, but I’m afraid to open it. Where has it been? Who’s played its keys?

Who remembers this!

Something for the co-worker you secretly can’t stand…

So, the moment of truth. I came to the thrift store for one item. Did I make it? No. It was a damned mission impossible, and you all know it. You knew it the entire time you were scrolling through this post. But, to be fair, I got something that I just had to get. There was no escaping. I found this sweet piece of brass just sitting on a corner. I had to pull over and give it a holler.

 

Sup baby, how you doin?

Details make me drool.

My mom taught me early in life to value heavy things, and these are heavy.

Now I know that some of you are recalling just about now that I live in Florida where there are no fire places with fires that might need stoking. To you I say, Stop being negative. Jeez. They needed a home and I’ve always wanted a set. I’ve read a lot of 19th century books over the years and watched every old movie that Blockbuster Movies had to rent for excessive prices. Remember Blockbuster?

Anyhow, they have a certain thing that makes me want them. And they are heavy. And I’ve got the perfect place for them. You’ll see. I’ll make an update post just for the purpose, so there!

Now I’ll leave you with what I paid…. 3 dollars. Yesssss, come to the dark side.