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.
I hugged that jacket all the way home.