Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Crafter's Confession - That Thrift Store Smell
Yes. I said it. That musty-sweet thrift store smell makes me sick to my stomach. It smells like a combination of old things releasing generations of dust, cleaning fluid, and sweaty palms looking for bargains. Just thinking about it makes me want to wash my hands.
Having a passion for crafting doesn't mean I want to dig through your garage-sale rejects that barely qualified as tax deductions. I have no interest in paying $125 for a dresser that lived in a smoke-filled apartment for the last 30 years just to spend a small fortune on chalk paint, and give up a week of my life to re-hab it to look like the identical $149 catalog version.
When I was in high school I loved digging through rack after rack at the thrift shop, trying on different clothes with my friends. We were searching for the perfect vintage clothes to refashion into stylish additions to our wardrobes. Now that I spend my time in sweatpants and mom jeans, I've lost the desire to hunt.
Thrift stores just don't do it for me. Don't be too shocked. I've already admitted my distaste for glitter.
And no, I won't tell you what the other 92 confessions are.