Yesterday I realized that I’ve been moving like a zombie through life, with no time to do anything other than the bare minimum of dishes, laundry, child care, work, autopilot blog posts, rinse and repeat. With my first few minutes to spare in what seems like eons burning a hot hole in my pocket, I scooped up Ike and headed to the thrift store. Ah, the thrift store — a smelling salt strong enough to bring even the grayest zombie back to pink and rosy liveliness. A creamy salve soothing enough to heal any wound. Too bad it doesn’t do taxes and toilets, but a quick trip to the thrift store will fix just about any other problem I’ve got going on with its miraculous selection of crap I don’t need but desperately crave. It satisfies my inner hoarder, and cheaply at that.
Anyway, I bought a heavy vintage vase covered in gorgeous green glaze, one that speaks to me of precious emeralds and malachite mysteries. This ain’t the best picture, but y’all get the drift.
If you’ve been struggling just to tread water lately like I have, then I hope you find some time this weekend to hit your local thrift and uncover a treasure that speaks directly to your heart.
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