I’ve been frequenting thrift stores since I was a child. As I got into my teens, my mother and I would stop in to some of our favorite locations around Southern California. Many times she would be looking for the perfect frame to place one of her recent pieces of watercolor in. When I’m looking for a particular piece of artwork for my home, I refer back to her suggestions on what makes good quality matting and framing.
I have some really sweet memories all wrapped up around thrifting. We could make a day out of visiting a flea market, stopping for lunch and talking in the car as we drove around our little town. Today I find myself doing the same with my children-who are young adults now, but have learned over the years to appreciate the value and enjoyment of second hand shopping.
I’m fond of using baskets in my decor and thought this basket was a good staple piece. Apparently so did our cat, Nelly. I adore cats and how easily they make themselves at home. There’s just something about these sweet little creatures that add a particular warmth to our surroundings. They adorn us with their presence and keep us laughing, all while maintaining their mystery.
I recall finding that basket on one of my afternoon thrift stops and then of course, returning later to look for another. I thought…how perfect for each cat to have their own basket to nap in. Add a decorative pillow and what more could one ask for? Sometimes an item can become rather symbolic and I would say that my years of adding baskets to balance out space, organize stuff, add a touch of style without breaking the bank or just needing a place to fold my clothing or store my extra shoes at the bottom of my closet-it’s the basket for me.
In a world where there is so much sameness I truly value many of my experiences in those big unglamorous isles. It’s afforded me quite time to reflect, to remember what’s important to me and to be reminded of so many days past. Sometimes I stop in because I don’t want to think about anything at all and it’s a little reprieve I’m seeking. In those moments, I find I can unwind and happily disappear for awhile between the rows of clothing.
Even the music (with it’s static charm) wafting through the store can reawaken long forgotten memories. Recently they were playing a song by the Eagles from 1976, New Kid in Town. I was maybe seven years old when I first heard it. I could almost feel the sun on my shoulders and the warmth of those golden days as if I’d been transported back for just a few moments.
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