My poor mother. She tells stories of going clothes shopping with adolescent me, and I wouldn’t even look at the sale racks. Oh no. I was far too fashion-forward to even consider last season’s offerings, no matter that they were 75% off.
Which is super strange, considering that I was never a fashionable or fashion-conscious teenager. I was just unpleasant.
By the summer before I left for college, thrift store shopping had become, oddly enough, fashionable, thanks to Kurt, Courtney, and the whole Seattle grunge band scene. I dutifully headed to my local Salvation Army store, found some truly hideous dress (olive green with a penguin print) and wore it to my first day of classes.
I was hooked. Other people’s stuff that they no longer wanted but still had some good in them? A change to find the unusual, the unique, the interesting? For a fraction of what the item would cost new? Sign me up.
When Craigslist came around, it was a dream come true. How I wish Craigslist had been around when Ken and I got married and had to furnish our first house. We may have come away with furniture with a little more soul (and certainly cheaper than) the dreary Art Van stuff we ended up with (and, in the case of the purple chairs that show up in all my living room shots, are still hanging on to).
So this summer, when we decided to move the schoolroom out of the basement and upstairs, I started looking on Craigslist for (wait for it) somewhere to store all the kids’ books and supplies.
|I store Joaquin’s books in the top left drawer|
(like that? Way to work this week’s theme into my ramblings)
|This is not a house, this is something my sons made
out of legos.
I really like mid-century modern pieces (well, except the egg chair. I hate that thing. I like the swan chair, though. Oh, and I’m not a fan of the architecture, despite the fact that everything on this website is something I completely agree with.
But the problem with mid-century modern pieces is that they’ve either all been painted over, or they’re damaged beyond repair, or they’re way outside our price range.
Enter Craigslist, which, to the patient (some would say obsessive) miner, yields dressers of mid-century beauty, with some minor repair work that needs doing down the road, but for a $50 price tag I can live with.
(sorry about the focus issues, the light here in the morning is horrible)
All the kids have their own drawer to store their books; the crayons, colored pencils, etc. etc. etc. (ad infinitum) go in the middle drawers, and I get something nice to look at in the schoolroom.
Ok, hit me up with your take on “store”