Category: thrift store

Daisy’s Debut with Diamonds

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Two things you need to know:  1. Daisy is a rescue dog.  2.  The diamonds are really rhinestones on her new collar. Yes, I have become one of those dog owners, making my little dog cute for the world to see. Who doesn’t need a little bling in her life? Even if you happen to… Continue reading Daisy’s Debut with Diamonds

Letting Go (part two)

Posted in animal rescue, Beverly Hillbillies, California, donations, furniture, relationships, relatives, Rubbermaid tubs, thrift store1 Comment

My worker friend with a truck came down to Monterey to help me move my new antique cabinet. I told her how I had asked the thrift store to send over a truck so that I could donate stuff to them. “I have a truck, and I am here,” Kelly said. “We can load it… Continue reading Letting Go (part two)

The Power of Vacation

Posted in Alexa, biking, Carmel, dogs, Monterey Bay, Point Lobos, relationships, thrift store, Tor House, travel, vacationLeave a comment

The week after Christmas is a dead time for scheduled activities. Chorus rehearsals are cancelled. The city building where I exercise three times a week is closed.  There’s a lot of extra time during the day. So . . . . . . for the first time in two and a half years, I went… Continue reading The Power of Vacation

Two Days in Contrast

Posted in ATM card, Botox, Carmel, contrast, divorce, flea market, hippies, homeless, Monterey Bay, plastic surgery, relationships, thrift store, vintage, weather2 Comments

Day 1 in Monterey was sunny and gorgeous, the ocean a deep turquoise. Day 2 the ocean was silver gray with clouds overhead. Day 1 felt warm; Day 2 felt cold, although the temperature might have only changed five degrees, 61 and 56. Day 1 I got here about 1:00, unloaded the car, picked up… Continue reading Two Days in Contrast

The Frazzled, Harried Shopping Day with No Money

Posted in aging gracefully, bank, books, chorus, doctor, homeless, Medicare, medications, Sponge Bob, thrift storeLeave a comment

Yesterday I was busy, squared.  I planned my whole day around running down to Dublin before 4:30 to get some free samples from my sister’s doctor. Sis is in the doughnut hole for meds with Medicare, which means they are expensive. On the way down to Pleasanton, I got a call from one of her… Continue reading The Frazzled, Harried Shopping Day with No Money

No Christmas Tree for Me

Posted in Bah Humbug, Christmas, dinner, divorce, family, food, gardeners, Grinch, humor, outdoors, pink, thrift storeLeave a comment

(re-run) 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… Continue reading No Christmas Tree for Me

A Good Little Shopper

Posted in Bay Area, Black Friday, California, charity, chorus, Christmas, Cyber Monday, donations, Holy Spirit, homeless, humor, Junior League, OCD, shopping, Small Business Saturday, thrift storeLeave a comment

If you think this post is going to be about how I scour the racks at Nordstrom’s for the best deals of the season, it’s not. If you think it’s about how I maximize double coupons at the grocery store, I don’t. What it is about is how I can find the deals for myself… Continue reading A Good Little Shopper