Everything old is new again. Jumpsuits from the 70’s and 80’s are back. I know this because we are singing a Captain and Tennille song in my jazz group, and solid-colored jumpsuits are the suggested attire. I went online to see if Macy’s had any. They have a whole department of them! Ponchos were cool… Continue reading R is for Retro
Category: thrift store
Q is for Quirky
When I was in high school and bought some of my clothes at the DAV thrift store, they called me quirky. When I made a cool pair of bell bottom jeans out of my dad’s old work pants, they called me quirky, but they also asked me where I got them. When I broke tradition… Continue reading Q is for Quirky
K is for Karma
My second day in paradise, the day after I pulled too many weeds and also went to a street fair, was thrift store day. I drove to Carmel and got there just after the 10:00 opening. I picked out $10.00 worth of stuff so that I could get another punch on my punch card. After… Continue reading K is for Karma
A Murphy’s Law Kind of Post
I love thrift stores. I buy pretty much everything there, which is great because that way I am not paying retail and usually don’t pay sales tax, either. I don’t get the extra packaging that is so hard to get off the retail things. It sometimes takes a team of rocket scientists to figure out… Continue reading A Murphy’s Law Kind of Post
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid
Saturdays are best when they are busy. I like to have things to do. So yesterday was fun from morning to night. I spent most of the day in overly-metered Walnut Creek. The town of walnut orchards has turned into a buzzing destination for shoppers. It boasts a Nordstroms, Neiman Marcus (Needless Mark-up), Tiffany, Apple,… Continue reading Lovely Rita, Meter Maid
Racism Embedded in our Language
A few months ago, I was in Carmel visiting my favorite thrift stores. If you don’t like thrift stores, you haven’t been to the ones in Carmel! I got into a line to pay, and when it was my turn, and the woman had rung up my $89.00 worth of purchases, I whipped out my… Continue reading Racism Embedded in our Language
No Christmas Tree for Me
Eight Christmases in this house and only two trees. Both were living, and they got planted in my yard. Guess what? My yard is full. That’s what happens when you get rid of your grass, fire your gardener, and watch volunteer trees grow on their own, self-planting trees with a little help from the wind… Continue reading No Christmas Tree for Me
