My junior year of college, my roommate introduced me to thrift stores. We took the bus to a store a couple of miles from our house, and I apprehensively thumbed through the racks, finding nothing in my size, and being more annoyed than excited. Fast forward like a decade, and I adore the thrift store. There’s nothing more thrilling than finding something of great quality, that’s one of a kind, for a fraction of the cost that you’d find in a department store. It took a few trips to get over that “thrift store smell”. But these days I love it. It smells more like undiscovered treasure than mothballs.
I’ve also graduated from searching for J. Crew sweaters and vintage bags to home goods. Before I bought my house, I didn’t have a reason to venture into the home section. But within the last couple of years, I’ve realized the value in the home section. My house is full of accessories, glassware, Christmas ornaments- you name it- all from the thrift store. Gently used Crate and Barrel merchandise at dollar store prices. My definition of winning.