i have a problem.
an addiction, really.
i've come to terms with it and i'm ready to be out in the open about it.
i'm addicted to thrifting.the thrill of the hunt.
the splendor of emerging victorious
holding bags of what others have deemed "junk" as my trophies.
i like stuff.
digging, scrounging, pilfering.
it's all a bit dirty
i go armed with germ-x and clorox wipes.
do i disgust you?
i'm not looking for rehabilitation.
just a place to share, or air, my latest best finds.
maybe that's my attempt to assign my "problem" some sort of validity
beyond the high i get.
whatever it is, here we go.
i actually really loved the gilt on this frame,
but the shape was too perfect for nikki's new room
and gold just didn't work in there.
so out came the can of pink spray paint.
i dare you to find a better mirror for a 7-year-old-girl's room.
(plus i talked them down ten bucks to fifteen)
yes, you can haggle at thrift stores.