Thrift shopping wasn’t very
productive today. I took C to Value Village (VV) in the hopes of finding a
wide, wooden shelf for his bathroom makeover; new Thank You cards to add to my
stationary box (because I’m getting tired of using the same ones from C’s baby
shower); tank tops and books for me; an ornate picture frame to fill with
chalkboard paint (this is one of the projects I’m contemplating for the dining
room); and, of course, more shorts and muscle shirts for my little man.
I spent all of 45-minutes in VV. I
found a few items I liked, but nothing I needed. These items included a short, beautiful, glass decanter, perfect
for Hub’s sipping whiskey; a charcoal-colored burnout t-shirt for myself; a
small, periwinkle gravy boat – about the size of a soap dish – that seemed
ideal for holding cotton balls (another bathroom makeover idea); and two cobalt
polos for C.
Along the way, I stopped to talk to another mother in the infant/toddler department. She seemed very impressed that C has both of his bottom molars. She also pinched C's cheeks and mentioned how she wished her 15-month-old was chubbier. She was friendly and nice, but I was so focused on sorting through the 18-month t-shirts and shorts that I didn't offer much in the way of conversation. Plus, I could sense that C was nearing his shopping limit, even if he was still waving and smiling at the woman and her little boy.
In the end, I left the store without purchasing any of the aforementioned items. C started fussing because I wouldn’t take him out of the cart. I also wanted to get him home before nap time. It was disappointing – I had such high hopes for our VV adventure – but that’s the caveat of thrift shopping: even the good stores tend to run dry every once in a while. Also, shopping with infants and toddlers, especially when it’s close to their nap, is ill-advised 90% of the time.
Along the way, I stopped to talk to another mother in the infant/toddler department. She seemed very impressed that C has both of his bottom molars. She also pinched C's cheeks and mentioned how she wished her 15-month-old was chubbier. She was friendly and nice, but I was so focused on sorting through the 18-month t-shirts and shorts that I didn't offer much in the way of conversation. Plus, I could sense that C was nearing his shopping limit, even if he was still waving and smiling at the woman and her little boy.
In the end, I left the store without purchasing any of the aforementioned items. C started fussing because I wouldn’t take him out of the cart. I also wanted to get him home before nap time. It was disappointing – I had such high hopes for our VV adventure – but that’s the caveat of thrift shopping: even the good stores tend to run dry every once in a while. Also, shopping with infants and toddlers, especially when it’s close to their nap, is ill-advised 90% of the time.
