This weekend, which seemed to begin on Thursday, was the best weekend of 2012. I’m just going to declare it now, because I highly doubt any other weekend is going to be filled with as much fun and excitement as this one. My friend Brittney and I had declared that Sunday was going to be our thrift day, and excited woke up at 9 am (even after being out drinking and dancing the night prior) to begin our excursion. With iced coffees in hand, we arrived 15 minutes before one of my faovrite places in the world opened: Sanford and Kid.
Sanford and Kid is an antique, used furniture, everything you could possibly imagine under one roof store. It is the happiest place in the world. Downstairs is filled with furniture and odds and ends, and upstairs booths are rented by various dealers and filled with vintage and antique goods. EVERYWHERE. The leather chaise lounge you may have seen in this post was purchased there 3 years ago, and may be my one true love. There is one booth upstairs that I think my kindred spirit puts together. I am pretty sure they think, “Oh, Sarah would love this, I shall put it in the booth that I carefully construct for her.” I’m pretty sure if we ever meet we’ll be best friends or get married. Or both. So take a tour through one of my favorite places on this earth, and stay tuned for part II – I’ll be revealing my exciting finds from the weekend!
I love Goodwill. Like really, obsessively LOVE it. Last year when I got my first Alone Apartment (yes, that is capitalized) I was unemployed, so I really didn’t have money for anything but rent, bills, and food. Luckily, I had some pretty awesome friends who took me to Goodwill my first week back in town so I could buy dishes and vintage coffee air pot glass insulated coffee dispensers. After that first revisit, my love for the Goodwill was strong…and the fact that I could spend $10 and get like 57 things was also really appealing.
Now, I’ve been to a lot of Goodwills. Even giant Goodwill superstores. I have never loved another Goodwill the way I love the one in my town. I may never love another. I have really ugly taste. I’ll completely own to that. I don’t really remember when it happened. But some time after grad school, I started buying a lot of ugly polyester dresses. And I mostly stuck to ugly clothes. It wasn’t until I got my Alone Apartment that the crazy decorating began. And it’s only gotten worse since I moved into this apartment – probably because this place was built in the 1770s, so it has a lot of character and I can’t resist buying things to decorate it. Like I said in my last post, my apartment is my boyfriend.
I go to Goodwill on a weekly basis with a friend of mine and it’s the same pattern: get a cart, collect a whole bunch of things (and try to hide some from the other person because we know they will tell us to put it back), go to the back, decide what we’re NOT getting, and then compete at the register to see who spends the least. The people that work at Goodwill know us and greet us like we’re besties. It’s my favorite day of the week. So this begins the first of many posts where I’m going to share with you my vintage finds. They will range from weird plates to macrame owls (my owl collection is a whole other problem that we’ll have to discuss in another post…or five.)