Everything in my house was either free or under 40 bucks, and people come to my house and can’t believe that I picked up everything on the street or in a thrift shop.~Elle Varner
We’re a re-purposing type of family… We love going to flea markets, yard sales, and thrift shops.
I’ll even admit to looking at what people are throwing out on garbage day as I drive by. If you haven’t paid attention yourself, I bet you’ll be shocked if you start noticing.
No, I don’t get out and dig through the cans! Often, interesting and valuable stuff is set out to be added to the local landfill… Like this Viking longship that hangs in our library…
Clothes, books, tools… Just about anything can be found with a bit of searching, and sometimes in new condition.
We start out our Saturdays by visiting the thrift store at the retirement community where we’ve made friends with the volunteers who work there. After coffee and snacks we head out to other stores we know, and hunt for garage sale signs.
The daughters accompany us on these outings… They’re thrifters too.
My main drive for thrifting is to find unique and interesting “things”.
Much of my professional life has been spent as a sculptor, and I use found objects in many of my pieces.
Some of these items will find themselves incorporated into my sculptures, and some will just be used for display around the house…
I enjoy finding interesting items that have been discarded and giving them new life. I like to think about when and how something was made… and why.
Somewhere, sometime, someone thought giant metal ants were the way to make a fortune… Or maybe they just wanted to create them. I don’t know the whys of their existence, but I have three of them…
Items come and go… I’ll sometimes trade something for another object I want even more, or sometimes stuff gets packed up and given to charity for the chance at a new life with a new owner…
Even so, our house resembles a museum… I like it that way though.
I’m going to keep these last… things? People? Huh?
I found these in a thrift store in Gainesville, FL on a half off table. I think I paid a couple dollars each for them.
They’re handmade and fired clay pieces. I assume they’re from Central or South America, but I haven’t been able to find out much about them yet.
Does anyone know what they are and where they’re from?
They look like healers to me, so that’s what they are. I keep them with all my other spirituality stuff whose home is a handmade solid wood secretary desk where I sit to think and read… And yes, I got the desk for next to nothing while thrifting.
To me, older and used is often better than new… The objects that I keep have a history attached, even if I don’t know the story. This gives them a life, a sense of realness that mass produced plastic and pressboard things lack…
I’ve learned to appreciate what I have, and to see value where others do not. This makes my life more of an adventure, and makes me happy…