I became a thrift shopper not by choice.
I am one of 9 children born to Romanian immigrants. Growing up, we shared almost everything. If my oldest sister got new shoes, I would know that in 2-3 years they would be mine, all mine!
My earliest memories of thrift store shopping were around the age of 9 or 10. My mother would take us and we would get clothes, but she would also let us buy tons of books. I remember us buying Trixie Belden books, Nancy Drew mysteries, The Boxcar Children books, and old Reader’s Digests. I don’t think my mom ever looked at those Reader’s Digests, because I remember reading some pretty mature stuff at that age!
It wasn’t until I was 14 or 15 that my love for old leather and fur coats began. I remember going to thrift stores and gunning it for the coat section to see what I could find. At one time, my sisters and I owned several leather coats and at least 3 wool coats with fur-trimmed collars. I even took my senior portraits in one of my favorite coats. Too bad no one told me it looked like skunk fur!
Equally exciting as coats was sifting through the dress section. It would be quick work, because I always had my eye out of those bright, bold polyester patterns of the 60’s and 70’s.
and this little peach wonder, why did I get rid of this one?! It twirled so nicely!