I come from a long line of thrifters. It may have started with Grandma Opal, who was an all around saver of items and collector of cream pitchers as a product of the Great Depression. Most of my Christmas and birthday presents from her were either handmade or purchased from a thrift store. Her gifts were always treasures. She even taught me to sing an old song called, "Second Hand Rose", which laments the story of a girl who's "never hand a thing that ain't been used". I think my mom started thrifting due to the financial burden of having five, feisty, fast growing children. Mom tells Jasinski lore of loading up our old Volkswagon van with all of us kids and hitting Saturday yard sales with her girlfriends. In fact, some of my fondest teenage memories are of going to thrift store half-off sales with my mom. Did you know that, Mom?
I can even recall the day I truly embraced my frugal DNA. In elementary school, everyone who was anyone had an ESPRIT bag. Remember these?
I really, REALLY wanted one but simply could not afford it on my meager babysitting income. One summer day, we went to a garage sale and I found the limp canvas Esprit tote of my dreams for only a few dollars. I felt liked Charlie when he opened his candy bar and saw the golden ticket! Euphoria flooded over me as I realized my desire for name brand awesomeness that was so important to my 12-year old self (okay, still is) could be a reality-- I just had to be patient and look. It was like cheating the system and I felt like the only person who knew about it! Even if my tastes have become a little more eclectic and now I get goose bumps over hunting vintage finds, I've been hooked ever since. For whatever the reason, whether genetic or circumstantial, shopping second hand is now second nature.
So, this week, a new Savers (or Value Village for West Coasters) opened. If you've never been to a Savers grand-opening, I encourage you to seek one out. They never disappoint! Their new stores must be stocked with hand picked items from highly trained people because everything is in pristine condition. There is something really satisfying about them. Here is just a bit of the goodness I walked out with: