Day 2 at the Beach

Normally, on Day 2, I spend the whole day thrifting and doing yard work. But today I wrote in the morning, had a nice chat with a college friend now in Georgia about her son’s wedding, took Pepper for a walk, played ball with Daisy, and then talked on the phone with a friend going… Continue reading Day 2 at the Beach

Serendipity and Tea Cups

Tuesday is senior day at many of my thrift stores and Ten per cent Tuesday at another one on the circuit. I headed out this morning with high hopes for some great dishes (I sell them on Facebook Marketplace). The first thrift store after my massage and grocery run had beautiful Spode dinner plates. I… Continue reading Serendipity and Tea Cups

Weed, Water, Thrift

I just got home from an intense 48 hours of going to the beach, watering all my potted plants (gophers), and collecting more teacups for my dining-room side hustle selling dishes. It looked like sunshine, but only the first half day. After that, clouds and more clouds, but good for working in the yard weather.… Continue reading Weed, Water, Thrift

A Thrifter Before It Was a Thing

()re-run) Today, as I entered the Good Will in Monterey, California, I was glad to see it mostly empty because of the rain and wind. But there were several teen girls and even a young guy shopping for clothing. That’s right, spring break.  When I as a teen shopping in thrift stores, I got lots… Continue reading A Thrifter Before It Was a Thing

My Republican Beach Town

A thrift store in Carmel had a half-off sale yesterday and today. I paid cash for my stack of books at the book store. I mentioned that cash is important, especially for people who don’t have bank accounts or credit cards. “Without cash, what would those people do?” I commented. “Those people always find a… Continue reading My Republican Beach Town

Take It Away, With My Blessing

My neighbor at the beach is a hoarder, but people who live in glass houses . . . We had a talk one day about it on our shared driveway. She was an only child, and her single mom would move around a lot, throwing away her daughter’s toys every time. She lost all her… Continue reading Take It Away, With My Blessing