blue hanger

I went to Blue Hanger today and left $25 poorer but...maybe....$100 happier? if I may quantify my happiness in a dollar amount.

the christmas items were carefully picked out of a heap of junk and I was glad to do it. I saw the box that had originally contained these relics. It was a Dillard's department store box that someone had written "Christmas Dec's" on the front of. The top was over here but the bottom was over there and bits and pieces of really old ornaments scattered all over.
It made me sad to think about those objects having been kept together and safe in that box for years and years, by some christmas-loving mom probably, then by some awful turn of fate, ending up there. Not even the Goodwill but the place where the rejects from Goodwill go.
Needless to say, THAT is exactly why I love that place. I don't want "like new" I want "like old." If I have to spend hours looking through piles of trash till my arm hurts, I'm dehydrated and I can't see, so be it. At least I was able to save these.

one man's trash is another man's treasure. I love that phrase.

I also came home with a giant bag of clothes, some moth-eaten and possibly blood-stained but that's the way it goes. After two assessment go-rounds, I got some really amazing things and most of them fit!

Some things just can't be left behind, no matter how useless they will be to me. Such as the red lacey slip all full of holes and torn pieces dangling down. The tag says, "Hoops! My Dear" in a nice cursive.

I purchase these things how an investment banker might purchase an expensive piece of art. I just want to look at it and experience it. I'm definitely not going to wear that slip, but hey, you can't wear a Rauschenberg painting either.

o.k. you can. But you shouldn't.