Thrifting Adventures

The mister and I went to this huge old building that had a lot of antique and vintage vendors selling goods for a limited time only. This particular corner of the building was painted green with folding chairs lined in four rows. Beautiful formal dresses as old as from the 1930s were laid over the chairs. There was also a wooden shelf that had beautiful bags displayed on every shelf.

Jay asked me which one I'd like to get. I pointed to a blue short sleeved long dress, thin trimmed with pink satin fabric. There was a huge rhinestone flower brooch pinned on the waist of the dress. I didn't really think of wearing the dress to any occassion, but to sell it. Actually, there were more dresses that I liked, and I didn't get the chance to see the bags on the shelves. I wanted to come back, but I didn't tell the mister.

When we got home, I realized, he bought three dresses in different colors, but the design was exactly the same of the blue dress that I liked. He bought a yellow green and a pink one too. I was happy about it, and that means more inventory for the shop.

The following day, I went back. Oh my goodness! There were more beautiful dresses displayed than the previous day. All were from the Hollywood glam era. There was this dress with a mink fur collar. Another one was a wiggle dress made from embroidered fabric and beaded with Swarovski crystals in floral design. There was also this brown bustier dress with the tiniest waist I've ever seen. I even thought it's a dress for a tall Victorian baluster that's used as a floor lamp.

I didn't buy any of the dresses, but I didn't forget to check the shelves. There, I saw a beautiful brown leather train case. There was no price sticker on it, but I noticed a visible tear at the bottom of the bag. I really fell in love with the bag the moment I laid my eyes on it. Not because it was displayed on a shelf at my eye level, but because it was really gorgeous. Sad but I had to put the bag back where it belonged. I didn't want to buy it with the tear.

On the opposite side of the shelf which was near the exit of that corner of the building, I eyed another bag. The same bag that my heart went paboom-paboom but it was in black leather. It was priced for $5. I picked it up. I even hugged it so tight on my way to the counter. It was as if someone could grab it away from me.

Then, "Lian! Lian!", I heard the mister. Then he shook my right shoulder lightly, and then I woke up!

"Moadto na ko!" (I'm going now).

Ha?

It's Monday!?

"Jay, nag thrifting ko sa akong damgo ug wa ka nako pahibaw-a nga niadto ko!" (Jay, I went thrifting in my dream, and I didn't let you know that I went.)

Gaaah! It seemed so real! I felt the soft mink fur. I even touched the bustier dress with the tiniest waist. I touched the texture of the leather on those two beautiful bags, and smelled that musty smell of old leather.

Thrifting makes me happy---way, way, waaaaaay happier than shopping!

Darn! I really wanted to buy that bag!