Thrifty Thursday {No. 1}

Sometimes, I think the bloggy world is a sort of for like-minded folks.  Lady Cordelia is a mama I’ve dug for a while.  I’d seek her out if we lived closer, and would most certainly take her out for a coffee.  Maybe we’d even get to listen to some vinyl together.  She’s turned over the Thrifty Thursday torch and I couldn’t be happier.
In my very first link up to her Thrifty Thursday, I wrote about my clever lineage to a good find, a great deal:

My great grandparents are from Hungry, so when I say I have Gypsy blood I’m totally serious.  My great grandfather made a living selling ice from a horse-drawn buggy in Pennsylvania, and I bet he could sell ice on the coldest of days.  The thrill of the deal has been with me ever since I scored a case of beer in The Bahamas on a remote island we were anchored off of when I was five.  My parent’s enthusiasm for me explaining how thirsty my cruising parents were was infectious.  Years later, dressed as Wonder Woman I sold coloring book pages for two dollars a piece from my busy Longmeadow, Massachusetts sidewalk knowing each page was more than the sale-priced book.  I went to grade school with a boy named Zamont who sold snails in milk cartons around the playground.  I can remember thinking he was a genius as I clutched a My Little Pony…[read the rest HERE]

As I sit in the near midnight darkness of my living room, it’s easy to see all that’s around me:  found at roadside, scored for $3, gladly accepted as a trade.  As a mama of three, I’m creative with what we have and curious to see how I can make something work. Life on a tiny island creates an incredible culture of exchange and trade.  It isn’t easy to get exactly what’s wanted at precisely the moment it’s necessary, but it is easy to work with what’s around, dig through piles and aisles of free piles, consignment shops and exchange circles.  
I do not believe we are defined by our items or by our homes, but I do believe an individual is explained through thoughtful surroundings.  I love when pieces tell a story, and I adore when the collection of a few mismatched items create a unique and happy space.  It’s my belief that the recreation of a catalogue page from Ikea would be entirely the opposite of creative and unique in terms of where we dwell.  
_MG_7753Part of our yard fence is awful.  It’s rotting and really in need of a coat of paint.  For $2 I found this picture frame.  We’d had a quarter of a can of chalkboard paint left over for a few years.  I really couldn’t believe it was still good.  Now, we can put sidewalk chalk to use on our fence.  I’m on the lookout for more huge frames, and possibly a discount on chalkboard paint.  This has become our outdoor easel, and each of our three daughters wants their own works space for a masterpiece. 
If you found something a while back or even yesterday that caught your eye, traveled for some time before it came into your hands, I’d love to hear about it.  If you’ve found an incredible reuse for something, or dance for joy at the $1 item you seriously would have paid way more for, I want to hear about it.  In 2002 I paid $3 for a chair that still remains one of my favorite items in our home.  And really, I have so much to say about the chair.  To write in Thrifty Thursday, you do not need to go out and find something at the local consignment or thrift store.  It could have come to you years ago.  
Leave a link in the comments if you’ve posted about what’s come your way in the world of thriftiness.  I can’t wait.  Every item has a story to tell.
And thank you, Lady Cordelia.  


Post a Comment

Your email is never shared. Required fields are marked *