Welcome back, everyone!
If you’re new to my page it will make more sense if you start here, so you can understand a little more about me.
This year has been crazy so far. I feel like I have been M.I.A on here more than I have wanted to be. Unfortunately, so many posts I had planned had to be scratched because of everything going on in my personal life.
I have debated how much I want to share of my personal life on here because I want to keep this a happy place. But, I also don’t want to fall into the rut of making this just another “highlight reel” platform. Life isn’t often like that, and that’s okay. Maybe sharing how I have been feeling will help one of you who stumbles across my blog.
The past few months have been devasting for me emotionally. Most notably this year I have lost three family members. Being an empath is extremely draining when experiencing loss. Not only do I grieve for myself, but I grieve through others.
I don’t know if you guys experience this as well, but I find it is especially hard to remain positive around holidays. My friends were experiencing such positive amazing changes, and the bad news just kept flowing my way.
The most devasting loss for me was my great grandpa. He was such a special person in my life. We always had so much fun when we spent time together, so much so that I nicknamed him my “Homie G”. I hadn’t experienced a loss of a close family member since I was in elementary school. In a way, this has all been a new experience for me because I actually understand the whole magnitude of loss now.
So when we lost my great grandpa in January of this year, I took almost a week off of work and flew back to Indiana by myself to be with family. This was my first time flying since 2011, and it was my first time flying alone ever. Mental note to check off doing something out of my comfort zone.
My visit back has brought to light the story of how I fell in love with thrifting and I want to share that with you now.
When I was younger and would visit my Homie G he had this chest behind his couch that he kept all these thrifted art supplies. He’d send us home with Ziploc bags packed full of old crayons, markers, and pencils. Along with the writing supplies, we would also get stacks of dot matrix office paper. You know the kind with the perforated edges you could pull of? After I got home I would do just that, I’d rip off the edges and make all kinds of projects with all of my new art supplies.
It wasn’t until middle school that I actually started going to the thrift store with him. Our visits always consisted of lunch at a local diner and then thrifting.
The fact that almost my entire extended family on my mom’s side are all thrifters now I attribute to my great-grandparents. Besides my own experience with my grandpa, my mom and my aunt shared stories about how my great-grandparents were the original thrifters of the family. My great grandma Alice, who we lost 22 years ago, was a big fan of garage sales. She was the queen of bartering. My mom told me that she would even barter in Kmart. After my grandpa was retired and then widowed, thrifting became one of his main past times.
Being thrifty and scoring an awesome deal is in my blood, you see?
I hope today’s post allowed you to get to know me a little better. I would love it if you shared the story of how you got into thrifting in the comments. Or if you don’t have one, share with me what your family’s favorite hobby is!