Monday, October 05, 2009
A thrifting tale
I walked into the rummage store run by our local spca after enjoying a cup of coffee and a scone next door at the coffee house with the lovely old chairs to relax in.
The store can be kind of expensive for 2nd hand goods. Their reasoning is that they are a source of funding for the animals. I just dig a little further into the items hoping for a great bargain.
The chair wasn't exactly a bargain, but it wasn't expensive either. I had been wanting a great piece of wicker for a sitting area in the master bedroom but I wasn't sure about this piece. Until I sat in it and realized that even without a cushion it was highly comfortable. But was the price worth it?
I had to make a decision right then and there. Another woman had spied the chair and was standing less than a yard from me waiting to pounce on it if I let the chair go.
I took the chair up to the register. The cashier looked at her friend who was next to her and said, "Someone is buying your chair!" Yes, another woman had seen the chair but had gone home to think it over.
The chair is mine. Husband loves it. Heinz loves it. Someday I envision it a dark green. But I may change my mind.