The Thrill of the Find

When I was younger, I loved to shop.

Not browse. Not wander.

Power Shop.

And never - not in my wildest - would I have thought about buying something used.

Someone else’s stuff? No way.

But somewhere along the way… that changed.

Now? - Thrifting is in my blood.

It’s the thrill of the hunt.The idea that there’s something sitting on a shelf somewhere that I didn’t even know I needed… until I find it.

A little lost treasure I suddenly can’t live without.

And it’s not really about shopping anymore.

It’s about wondering.

Where has this been?

Who picked this out the first time?

Who kept it… and for how long?

You can hold something in your hands and know it mattered to someone before it ever made its way to you. A dish. A book. A piece of clothing.

None of it's new.

And somehow, that’s the point.

I think that’s why I’m drawn to it now.

Not because it’s cheaper.

Not because it’s trendy.

But because it feels connected.

Like you’re stepping into a story that already started.

Every once in a while, I’ll find something that makes me pause a little longer.

Something that clearly had a life before it landed on that shelf.

And I wonder about it.

Who used it.

Where it sat.

What it was part of.

It’s a strange way to shop, I guess.

But it doesn’t feel like shopping. It feels more like… noticing.

And if I’m being honest, I’m always looking for that one particular thing that I can't live without. Because isn't there always one treasure we need?

Sometimes it's home decor but I always look at books - not just any book ...

but specific books:

Community Cookbooks.

Church Cookbooks.

But that’s another story for another time.

It's been a busy day - I think I'll decompress and go thrift!