Walking into certain types of thrift stores is like walking into a time warp.

These stores are typically full of clothes, and other items, that the previous owners have passed on, whether those owners have changed sizes, taste, or simply just died.

I say time warp because a lot of these places could pass as inventory for movie studios who periodically shoot films of a certain era.

Yes, there are a lot of clothes on the racks I would not be caught dead in, and yet probably will – when I’m dead that is, but, on the other hand, would make ideal attire for a fancy dress party.

We’re here, believe it or not, for the wedding dresses, and there are quite a few.  To me, it seems those dresses now reside at the thrift store because their once owners might have had bad memories associated with them, or a reminder of what they once had. Either way, it seems impractical, to me, to keep a wedding dress unless you were planning to use it again!

And these dresses were not cheap, to begin with, some still having the original price on them.  Those, I’m guessing have a particular story attached to them and fertile material for a story or two. For the moment I’m leaving the others to those dresses, there would not be much use asking me what I thought.

I’ve discovered that not only are the people who are shopping in-store are interesting, and some begging to become characters in my stories, there’s also the weird and wonderful stuff you could never find anywhere else. What’s that saying, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure?

While others are scouting the clothing racks for that piece that highlights their individuality, and believe, shopping at a thrift store is not just for those with a tight budget, I’m looking at other stuff, some of which could be classified as vintage, but mostly associated with my childhood.

Particularly crockery, and bed throws,

Vintage stuff that could very well be a bargain has long since disappeared, for those who work there are now far more knowledgeable about their value, so no more thrift shop bargains.  Those are now in the realm of garage sales.

For me, every visit I’d a hunt through the bookshelves for once read then discarded novels that cost far too much new, but for the sake of a few creases on the spine, are a definite bargain at $2, and still, look like new.

Today’s there’s only one, a voluminous dictionary/thesaurus to add to the reference library, but on recent hunts, I’ve managed to get a few.  But, there’s more than one thrift store on our visit roster, so hope springs eternal.