my plans of venturing to THEE thrift store
on saturday were thwarted...
thwarted by a
i'm not sure how i feel about this,
knowing that after forty years a thrift store,
not just any thrift store i might add
THEE Mecca of all thrift stores has gone,
leaving me unable to travel the well worn road,
like a pilgrim to their place of worship.
knowing i will never tread upon those hallow grounds,
trod before me by so many other
thrifty good souls caused me to 'wallow' somewhat.
our #1 said i was not to take it so hard,
to know that indeed the world is rather large and there was a good chance of another thrift store equally close, upon the ladder to heaven.
in fact, it could perhaps be even better than the one she had found.
(i doubted it, for what she had described was truly thrifty heaven on earth)
she then informed me that we were not going to let it ruin our thrifty day out
and promptly drove me to the big 'shiny' city and the big 'shiny' Goodwill.
i protested, dragged my heels at first
saying it would be too busy,
perhaps it wasn't meant to be,
she rolled her eyes and said
"oh come on mother, i'm not hanging around this shed being driven nuts another day and neither are you"
i'm glad she dragged me along
for i found many a lovely find with my name on
including a tray with a sweet deer upon it
and a rather lovely enamel tea or coffee pot
along with some pyrex
and a natty little plate rack
we ventured to the Sally army.
i like the Sally army,
i like the fact although it's a little rough around the edges,
in the 'knick knack' department they arrange their items in groups of color.
after the first aisle, where someone has taken time to place things pleasingly
they have then got to the second aisle and thought
"oh sod this"
and literally up ended the box onto the shelves.
leaving a great big dump of a mess,
that leaves moi sensing within the 'crappity crap' is a 'find of the utmost kind' lurking,
frightened and alone...
no amount of visualizing caused a pair of 'where have you been all my life' clogs to appear,
but that's okay,
for now i have a clock instead.
they both begin with the letter 'c' so i'm thinking 'mr visualizer' up above got confused and thought i said 'clock' instead of 'clog'
i like my new clock,
i like that in the Sally army it did not work,
yet on the way back to the shed, it ticked happily all the way,
almost with 'glee' at knowing it was no longer alone.
the minute i popped it up on my mantelpiece it stopped ticking.
i like to think my little clock has been 'overcome' knowing it's living at Mossy Shed,
a place it heard about from other 'forsaken souls' upon the shelves of despair.
a place it had visited in dreams night after night,
a Mecca of sorts for waifs and strays.
i'm waiting for my little clock to come out of shock and start
ticking along nicely...
until such moment, she is spending quality time with Miss Ethel ~ Tif