Thrifty Travels

Rare Find
This morning,  before heading out and about by myself,  my partner's plans changed.

He decided to go thrift shopping.

I hopped on his thrift store jaunt. I used to find thrift shopping boring. I detested going, finding it distasteful to look through piles of stuff people no longer wanted. Sorting through smelly threadbare clothes, knickknacks and discarded junk was not my idea of having a good time.

After, watching my partner bring home almost and many times new hiking gear and high quality expensive shoes and clothes, I decided to hang up my negative attitude and tag along.

I've hit a few jackpots along the way.

Today, it felt like lotto.

I found a 1961 vintage copy of Larousse Gastronomique, the French Bible of food, wine and cooking. I will be lost in this book for the indefinite future.

And the Pièce de résistance!


A London Fog Jacket.

Practically brand new.

$10.


I hugged that jacket all the way home.

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