I've had a good couple of trips to the thrift store this weekend and found some interesting bits and pieces to decorate our apartment with. Finding something amazing at the thrift store is such a satisfying feeling, like when you get a line in Tetris. There's no beating a good bargain.
I fall in love with this mug every time I see it, it's hands down the coolest thing I've ever seen in my life. It's a hand made German ceramic, missing the lid I think but I prefer it that way. It's. freaking. awesome.
I picked up this set of ceramic book-shaped shakers, although I'm missing volume three. But that's one of my favourite parts, searching for matching pieces to add to the collection.
I also got this Hazel Atlas creamer, which I've already promised Pete we'd use to ceremoniously pour milk on our cereal when we build our breakfast nook.
I'm on the look out for more Hazel Atlas stuff for the kitchen, I love the colours and patterns on the glassware.
You've got to be in the right mood for thrift store shopping. When you boil it down to the basics, it's a lot of scrounging through other people's junk...
I've tried to train myself not to just buy all the crazy things I find in thrift stores, just because they're amazingly cheap or so obscure I feel like I have to own them. The worst challenge I find is wanting to save things. I see an old, cherished book or a figurine you know someone once loved and it's hard to pull myself away. In my head I see the box of my great nan's trinkets in the hallway of her bungalow after she died and all I want to do is take those old rusty clocks and chipped porcelain rabbits home where I can make sure they're safe from the trash heap. Someone cared for these things once, and it's often sad to see where they end up.
If I gave into every impulse though, I'd be surrounded by so much bric-a-brac it'd be like living in a constant raffle...
Thrift store things I wish I had room in my life for...
For some reason lately I've had a particular obsession over salt and pepper shakers. I think it all started at the Seattle public market, in the basement there's a shop solely dedicated to antique salt and pepper shakers. We already have three sets, I have a feeling we're going to have to get a dedicated shelf one day very soon. On the same vein, I have become particularly partial to weird shaped ceramics.
We've all been there - we see something in the thrift store that is so amazingly unique, we've always wanted one and it's so cheap that we just have to get it or we'll DIE. And it's ok if we just do it that one time... but we don't. That happens every time and more than once in every store. Before you know it you're coming home with more stuff, taking up more space, spending more time dusting weird things on the shelves than actually enjoying them. Three months go by, it's time for a clear out and all that stuff goes right back where it came from. It's a vicious cycle.
I need to take some control over this habit, before it becomes an addiction.
When in doubt Seth, stick to the five Ws of thrift store shopping...
It's very much a double edged sword - I believe in surrounding yourself with good design and beautiful things, but I also think that filling your life with stuff won't make it magically better than before. A good balance is key. That's why I love thrift store shopping, and spending less money on more unique items. If there was some sort of disastrous Breville-related mishap that destroyed everything I own, it would be ok. I love these things, but they're just things. Possessions. Objects. They're not expensive, they're not irreplaceable and they're not the reason my life is happy and fulfilling. If I can just remind myself of that the next time I want to buy a 2 foot tall wolf's head bust to use as a doorstop, I'll be OK.