What a busy day today was. It was beautiful out earlier, so I went thrift shopping. I love walking in and rustling through the racks, like diving into Ariel’s Grotto. There are so many stories trapped in the racks, looking for a new home.
Who wore the towering, studded high heels on the shelf? Where did they walk? What was the story behind the lonely, abandoned wedding dresses, or the worn in loveseat?
I sometimes wonder if anyone has ever seen someone wearing something they donated. Did they notice straight away, and give a kind, knowing smile? Did they feel a sense of happiness? Or nostalgia?
Entering a thrift store is inviting yourself into a whole new dimension. The secondhand, preloved, and well worn world.