Where I admit to less pleasant feelings:
A trip to my local Mormon thrift store yielded some interesting founds today. I don't really like that kind of second hand stores, they give me the creeps. I know... it's not progressive of me and let me just say that I would prefer to like places like that, I just can't. On entering the smell of bad/dirty/ugly assaults me and I gag. Still, I had forgotten about my OCDness after years of staying away so ended up there today looking for books to cut up. This is what turned up:
An extremely well bound copy of The Prophet by Gilbran. It makes for mesmerizing reading on each punched hearts. I am feeling like somewhat of an heretic ripping through this text.
A plastic baby. Finn seems interested by those lately. It's a girl. I was actually chocked when I took its clothe off. I guessed it would be like Barbie and Ken.
A giant firetruck; this is going to win many many good-will points somehow.
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I totally get that. I refer to them as Junk Stores.
Posted by: Cheryl Arkison | October 08, 2010 at 08:14 PM
I love secondhand things, but I hate thrift stores and rummage sales. Disorganized and dusty. Instant panic attack.
Love the plastic baby.
Posted by: karen | October 09, 2010 at 11:01 AM
The smells of any resale shop are offensive. Gag! I'm always amazed at what my friends find in them and I have found what I need on occasion - I suppose if I shopped there more often I would find more. :D
I love "The Prophet" by Gilbran. It will be fun to see what you create with these beautiful little tidbits.
Posted by: Lisa | October 11, 2010 at 08:06 AM
I agree with you. These places can be nauseating! With the recent bedbug outbreaks in NY, all the more reason to stay out!
Posted by: janome sale | October 11, 2010 at 08:59 PM