It all started when I was about 13. Same age as my sweet Sarah is. Our neighbors a few houses up - the Birminghams (classy name, don't you think?) - were having a yard sale. Now, we had had yard sales before, always selling our not-used-within-the-last-twelve-months-stuff. . . but, we never went to yard sales. We always bought new.
So, I sauntered up the street with a few dollars in my pocket and discovered a new guilty pleasure, The Garage Sale. Their garage was filled with their own not-used-within-the-last-twelve-months-stuff, from which I chose a set of four John Wagner & Sons 7/8 oz. metal tea canisters - Darjeeling, English Breakfast, Formosa Oolong and Rare Mandarin. They would be perfect to house my safety pins, rubber bands and other office essentials. I still have the little canisters, and they still house the same items they did some 40 years ago.
Thus began my fascination with second-hand stuff. It was useful, inexpensive, and fun. It was exciting to find something I loved with "a history" for a fraction of the cost of something new. And, with the 1970's mentality of self-expression and rebellion, it was a way for me to quietly rebel against my upbringing of buying everything brand new, sanitary and perfect. I could save money and become my own person. I remember in college buying a craftsman-style solid wood desk from the local thrift store for about $10. . . probably could sell it now for about $200. But back then it was simply useful, inexpensive, and fun.
These days, I find it hard to buy anything new or shop in "regular" stores. Second-hand is such a great way of life. It's "green." It's thrifty. It's artistic. And it's fun. That's what I like best about second-hand, that it's fun. Hope you'll check back to have fun with me. . . .