Last week I went into Hillcrest-a very cool, laid back fun part of San Diego-to shop at a few thrift places. I am on the hunt for vintage lamps and blue/white china pots.
I've never bought pillows from a thrift before because they usually don't have what I am looking for, correct-era wise.
Then I saw these indigo-blue and white ones. They had no price tags, so I took them to the owner/person behind the register.
She told me they went with the couch they were sitting on-I said no way, the couch was so brown 1970s and these pillows were younger than that.
She then says, "Oh OK, how about ten dollars each? (They are down filled BTW.) Sold!
I took out my card to pay. She told me they only take cash, so I started to rifle through my wallet...and I absentmindedly said, "Let me take out my bus fare first..."
She then asked me how much I had-and when I told her 12 dollars after bus fare, she said,
" That's enough."
"Yeah. Sure. Enjoy them..."
An aside: We are trying to stay a one car family here. I take the bus/tram/trolley when I can or we both do when parking will be crazy. I can walk to a lot of places, so that's great. The bus will take cash, so it's easier to keep $2.50 in my wallet and then I can top off the Compass pass when I am at a station.
I left thinking I had scored, then it dawned on me-she adjusted her price because she felt badly for me having to take the bus! I swear I had on makeup and shoes and looked presentable, lol.
It's a weird hierarchy here-having a car is the top tier; the Trolley/Tram is a cool second; bikes are fine for racing fanatics and students; the bus is for everyone else-it is definitely the ugly stepsister of mass transport. So weird, because in NYC and Portland and Melbourne the subway/train/bus are what everyone uses interchangeably. No stigma, no worries-it's simply smart to use them! Weird.
I took my prizes home , gave them the vinegar rinse routine, and let them air dry in the sun for a day.
I put them on the couch and three seconds later a very naughty dog decided to test snuggle them.
He has his own very plump and pretty dog bed not two feet away from the couch...go figure.
I am just
But-maybe it's great inside! I need to remember the story of the shopkeeper giving a big discount to the girl who rode the bus...
My Mom would have been 85 today. Everyone who knew her still misses her.
Love you, Ma. I promise I am not mixing the dark socks with the light ones in the wash :)
Vogue and then some, eh?