A few weeks ago I visited my in laws in New Bern, North Carolina. New city, which means… new thrift and antique shops to explore. I always look forward to checking out the local junk shops when I travel. Does that make me weird?
A few years ago we went on an Alaskan cruise. As we were walking around the port town of Ketchikan, my husband pointed out the local thrift shop. What a guy!
There it was in the distance…that famous red shield of the Salvation Army beckoning to me to come search for bargains.
I really hoped I’d find something. Have you ever wanted to buy something in a store “just cuz?” How cool would it have been to have found something fabulous (and cheap) and say “I bought this in Alaska!?”
But unfortunately it was one of the worst thrift shops I’d ever been to (and I’ve been to a LOT). I did however capture this picture of two dogs hanging out of a window on the walk back to the ship. So it was worth it.
I think they were campaign dogs.
The Salvation Army I recently visited in North Carolina was pretty good. And by “good,” I mean three things:
1) Clean – no funky smell. I HATE that!
2) Well-organized – I like digging through piles as much as the next person, but I do prefer when things are where they’re supposed to be, and
3) I found stuff to buy. Muah ha ha!
Here’s what came home with me:
~ A wooden serving tray.
I just love the retro-looking cluster of grapes.
I painted it grey and lightly distressed it. Don’t you love how just a little paint can transform something so outdated?
~Small pitcher – I can’t get enough of these. I price them at an affordable $3-4 in my booth since it’s something people love to collect.
~ 4 ceramic fleur de lis decorative doo-dads
~ A shirt for my son, and
~ A vintage wooden doll cradle.
I forgot to take a picture before taking it to the shop, but there is an old-school transfer of a little lamb on it. Remember those from the 70’s? I mean, not that I really remember the 70’s, but you know. It’s so sweet.
The cradle is down there on the left being used to display the pillows.
I put it in the shop for sale as-is and then will restyle it with some pink paint in a few months if it doesn’t sell.
The only thing that bothered me about the NC Salvation Army was that instead of the prices being on stickers, they were written on the bottom of each item in permanent marker. Hello!? It’s permanent!
What’s the point of getting something and trying to pass it off as expensive if it has $1.99 written on the bottom?!
Luckily I was able to scratch it off with a Mr. Clean Magic eraser.
The last thing I bought was a magazine rack.
They say magazine racks come in threes. No wait, that’s tragedies. So scratch that.
I’m not sure if I find things or things find me, but recently I became the owner of three standing magazine racks within one week.
This first spindly one I got at an online auction. I told you, I’m addicted to these!
The next one my dear friend Catherine scavenged, I mean, bought for me. I introduced her to the Goodwill Outlet, you know, The Pound. She was texting me live from her maiden voyage. When I told her about my recent auction score, she mentioned that she had just passed a rack.
Not knowing whether it would still be there (to say merchandise moves quickly there is and understatement) she hurried to where she had seen it. Thankfully it was still there.
And lastly is the one I found in North Carolina while visiting my in-laws.
So here are some ways to use these uber-useful racks:
-For magazines next to your favorite chair in the family room.
-For books or other interesting reading material in the bathroom.
-For children’s books in the nursery.
-For files in the office.
-For cookbooks in the kitchen.
Can you think of any other uses?
So what am I going to do with them? You tell me! If you’re in need of a magazine rack, send me an email or reach out on Facebook. I’d be happy to custom paint one the color of your choice as they’re currently all still available (and taking up valuable floor space in my son’s play room.) Poor thing. It’s a good thing he doesn’t crawl yet!
Thanks for reading!