It’s true. Thrifting is like therapy.
How? Because you get to sift through a ton of old crap to see what rises to the surface and sticks with you as valuable. It lets you imagine what is possible. It’s not about what something is, it’s about what it can become.
Plus, it’s cheaper than therapy.
Denim Jacket ($5) and Suede Skirt ($6) and Crossover Blouse ($4)-Thrifted
Not to mention, if you are really paying attention you can also see what was an infatuation, and separate it from what is a true love.
I’m thinking about the cookbook section as the greatest example of this theory. Crazy ass diet anyone? Just check out the cookbook section of your local thrift store and you will see each and every one throughout the ages. Yet, every once in a while there is a time-honoured gem on classic French cuisine, or Southern hospitality. They stand out because they are classics floating along on the ocean of crazy.
Leather Jacket – Thrifted ($20). Read the full post here.
Thrifting also requires concentration. Scratch that! It is actually along the order of magnitude of meditation, in my opinion. If you don’t give it your absolute and undivided attention, you miss the prize(s).
Then there is this other aspect of thrifting that seals the deal for me. I love process of digging through peoples’ discarded stuff. While others may get off on wandering through the pristine corridors of a department store, I love the struggle to push hangers across overstuffed racks, or to hunker down close to the floor in order to sift through piles of chipped dishes on the lowest shelves. I fancy myself a bit of a thrifting archaeologist in this respect.
Your grandmother’s sheer blouse ($2) read the rest of the post here.
Then there is the mystery in the history of it all. Why someone would throw away such treasures plays out like a scene from a movie in my head. Trust me, this kind of entertainment is way better than Netflix. Or Y&R. Obviously, that ball gown was tossed into the thrift pile because some Nicky-clone divorced the Victor-clone because he cheated on her with the Ashley-clone again, and it reminds her of that time when he took her to the Crystal Ballroom. Too painful! Pain like that leads to purging, am I right?
I don’t only like to thrift for clothing either. If you’ve been a reader for any amount of time, you know my house is filled with history and mystery from many thrifting treasures. I also know that the art of thrifting for your home may take some guidance if you’re a newby at it. That’s why I wrote the little book below. Feel free to sign up to get your free copy, along with our letters of love and appreciation (which are very very sporadic at this point!).