Hello there! Still feeling pretty crappy around here, but making it through the week and trying to rest when I can. I will admit that approximately 2 hours after taking this photo yesterday, I climbed back into bed and fell asleep for a bit while Emil napped and the big boys were at preschool. I mean, the skirt was wrinkly anyway… he, he!
But the good part is that while I was running an errand last weekend, I just so happened to drive past an estate sale at this really cool BIG old house and estate sales are a huge weakness of mine, so I had to drop in and check it out. It always makes me incredibly sad going through someone’s recent residence, full of reminders of who they were and what was important to them– family pictures on the walls, hospital bed still in a dusty room upstairs, small treasures that someone collected over years and years just stuck with small round price tags and sold to random strangers. So intimate and fragile. I actually teared up when I was inside this house, because I came across an amazing collection of old vintage cameras and underneath them a pile of black and white family photos that no one cared enough about to store somewhere and treasure. That, and the fact that this house was so clearly just recently occupied by an elderly, sick person who either died or was moved to a hospice, I suspect. So sad and haunting, really.
But. I spied a special something peeking out from underneath a lot of old manilla envelopes and papers: a vintage leather camera bag with a whole lot of dust on top. No price tag. I carried it downstairs and asked the lady working the checkout how much it was. She glanced at it dismissively, said, “What is it, just an old empty bag?” I nodded, feeling guilty because I saw its value. “5 dollars.” Um. Sold.
It needs just a couple of repairs, but the zippers and latches all work great, the interior is fine, and it fits not only my camera and flash, but also my wallet, a few extra diapers and wipes, lipstick, my phone, and address book (yes, I still have one of those- no smart phone, so I need it!). So I consider that a steal.
Other steals of recent: the following books scored while thrifting, each for 25 cents and in mint condition! The boys especially appreciate The Gas We Pass, surprise, surprise!
Do you ever check out consignment stores, thrift stores, or estate sales? I often do, and though I am very picky and often leave empty-handed, it is such a wonderful feeling to find treasures such as these!