Watching my mom in action was quite the sight. She would race over to the toy section to find used dolls and books for her granddaughters. Then she would head to housewares for old linens. My mom loves vintage tableclothes. The lacier, the better. I don't think I even own a tablecloth.
Despite her enthusiasm, I remained skeptical and couldn't get over how dirty everything seemed. My mom kept trying to assure me that items could easily be run through the dishwasher or washing machine and turn out beautifully. But I continued steadfast in my refusual to touch anything from these stores.
After years of being elbow deep in poop, it now takes a lot more than a dusty old cup to gross me out. Every weekend after piano lessons, I stop by my mom's with the kids and we head off to Goodwill, Bibles for Missions, and Spree. The boys know what we're on the hunt for: Vintage Little People, Thomas Wooden Trains, Legos.
We map out our strategy before we even get to the door: divide and conquer...never let your cart out of your site (people are known for poaching items that have high value on Ebay)...if you're not sure, put it in your basket because if you wait, it'll be gone.
I've even been known to grab the occasional item not on my list simply because it makes me laugh:
|Hands off, my Gentile-Jew households - this one's mine.|
Once again, mum's the word to Joe. He thinks all I'm doing after lessons is buying toliet paper with my mom and her Costco card.