It's by far my favorite way to hunt for new items. A couple of months ago, I had the privilege of going to the estate sale of a woman by the name of Camilla Holiday. What a gorgeous name. I found a treasure trove of wonderful clothing tucked away in her garage, complete with the original 1960s dry cleaning hangers. Fun, leisurely, fruitful.
Sometimes, I go to Garage Sales.
I've found I always have the best luck when going to garage sales where you can't *see* any clothing from the street -- this usually doesn't mean that they have no clothes -- it means they're not particularly driven by the thought of selling clothing, and therefore aren't going to charge much for it. It's a great adventure for a sunny Saturday morning.
Sometimes, I Thrift.
Thrifting is not for the faint of heart. There are rows upon rows of chaff to sift through (most of it smelling like camphor, cedar, moth balls and grandmas), and if not careful, one can go absolutely cross-eyed within minutes. However, treasured finds are still highly likely to surface with patience, tenacity and some good old-fashioned elbow grease. It's like an unusually productive low-impact workout. :)
And then, sometimes, I brave The Pile Sale.
Ah, The Pile Sale. A 7 foot tall, 15 foot wide precarious pile of clothing just waiting to be harvested. In lieu of attempting to describe it, I've provided a picture below:
...yes, that IS me perched atop a gargantuan pile of vintage-y goodness!
THIS is how much I love my job. Every day is a treasure hunt... only it's YOU who gets the treasure! :)
