Weekend Thrifing Date

Although thrift stores are typically a solo trip for me these days, I am excited to have a thrifting date with my dear friend Megan this coming weekend. I will be honest, this is one of the few things I have a difficult time sharing. I am a greedy little shopper, I want everything worth a damn in the store to be mine, all mine.

I will do my best to ignore this ugly instinct for the day, and enjoy some much needed time with one of my favorite ladies.

The last time I had consistent thrifting partners was in high school. Back in those days, several of my girl friends and I would pile into one of our junk cars, and head out as a pack.

For a couple reasons this worked.

We were of varying sizes, a few being of more vintage-friendly modelesque proportions, and then the other two of us having a little more junk in the trunk, as they say.

One of these teenage shopping trips sticks out in my memory as a happy time, in a happy place. I believe there was five of us that rummaged through the downtown Salvation Army in our hometown. Along with several other items, we all walked out with a vintage sundress of our own. One of my girlfriends found a pair of vintage brown Levi corduroys that I ended up taking home since they fit me the best. These were a staple of my wardrobe for several years before they were completely worn out.

We were also young and optimistic that the vintage gravy train would never end.

After years of slowly declining hauls from thrift stores, I am concerned that there might be a day when cheap vintage finds dry up. This is where that slightly possessive nature of my thrift shopping comes from. After all, the clothes I love are getting hipper, but certainly not any younger. I have had to retire many a piece of vintage from my own closet that I have worn to its death over the years. The more this happens, the more I begin to fearfully wonder, will I be able to replace this?

On my shopping trip with Megan this weekend I am confident that the good company will keep me distracted enough to keep the hunt from getting too serious, and that we will both walk away with at least one prized find. And suddenly I am left wishing I still had that sundress I scored many years ago, but more on that later.