Walking in to my favorite thrift store makes me giddy... hopeful anticipation of what I might find. Even my kids like going there, so no dread looms over. But, the biggest high is when I find that "thing," that awesome object of my desire that, amidst the rubble, is at the right place at the right time. Marked with a ridiculously low price. Sometimes my diamond in the rough actually looks like junk. But, I have a plan. It will be fabulous. After love and elbow grease are poured out on this object, I get a second high. Now I have a lovely, unique, almost-left-for-dead-now-fit-for-a-(make believe)queen piece. Big Sigh
How could there be a flaw in my plan? Amazing stuff, amazing price. I need some household items (vacuum cleaner, for instance), which I'm not sure where I should purchase. I start casually looking at the thrift stores. Not finding what I want, my floor is getting dirtier and dirtier. I scan online swap sites to see what might come up... Still not sure. Should I look at (eye roll) a retail establishment? I can't pay retail! I can't. I won't. Sad reality creeps in... after habitually shopping the thrift store, I no longer feel deserving of the occassional retail purchase. Doing so would trigger guilt.
Feeling that figurative punch in the gut, I must admit I'm no less deserving of a full price item than anyone else. If you have ever been in this state, we must snap out of it. Although I haven't been spending much money, I have found a way to forget STUFF IS JUST STUFF. So, let's give ourselves a break... shop and buy from the place that suits our true need. Sometimes it's yardsales and flea markets; sometimes it's department stores and the web. So, here's one resolution: My identitiy won't be tied up in the places I shop.
Praying for your blessings in the new year!