The Sixties

As a little girl, my mom and I would walk about a mile so we could shop at the Salvation Army.  Part of it was out of necessity, but I grew to love the treasure hunt that each visit would become.

I would find my treasures and my mom and I would take them to the counter where the clerk (I would know her anywhere) would wrap them up in butcher’s paper.  Does anyone else remember that? or maybe it was particular to that store.

So my mom and I would go with our bundles to take the mile walk home.

To this day, I love nothing more than a visit to thrift stores.  To be honest, I don’t even like new clothes.  I would rather have something that is pre-shrunk and faded in all the right places–no surprises.  If the items are cheap   enough, they can be completely disposable.  Wear em and then donate em.

The artist in me needs to collect, but now I have way too much stuff and I can’t help myself–I love all the beautifully seasoned treasures so much.  I just have to buy them, touch them, feel the energy, and imagine where they’ve been.

Some of the items I purchase actually do go into art pieces, but mostly they just hang around my place and accumulate.

So here they are–for you to have and hold.  I hope you come back often-I am adding more daily.