Thrifting the Mound

SB and I went to an annual charity garage sale today. If I am going on a thrifting adventure this is my friend of choice. This particular garage sale is located at our local fairgrounds which is nice because they have barns set up for different things. We first went into the house/kitchenware barn. Holy crap were there a lot of people! I bought a nut chopper for $1, a brand new bra bag for $1, and a shabby chic basket the was lined with plastic for $3….I am always looking for something to put plants in and this fit the bill.

The next building was sensory overload! It was the clothing barn. There was no order, only mounds of unorganized clothes piled high on tables. SB said “it’s kind of like the lottery, when you stick your hand in…maybe you’ll get lucky?” I had no problem filling up a bag for $5. SB pointed out a bag on the floor when we first walked in,  I stooped down and took a closer look. There were many upcycled flower chains made out of old sweaters. Some were wool, some were just sweaters but the hardest part of the upcycle was done. I don’t know what I will do with them but I knew had to rescue them. 95% of the things in my $5 bag were 100% cotton, 100% linen, or 100% silk. The only wool I lucked out in were in those flower chains.

Thursday I got a bug up my butt which sometimes happens….this particular bug was about all of the plastic that we consume on a daily basis. It doesn’t matter if it’s through our food/water, our skin care products, or in our clothes…there is too much plastic. That’s when I made a new goal of having a wardrobe that was 75% all natural. The 25% will consist of the few things that I don’t think will work in all natural or that I’m not willing to get rid of…like yoga pants….which oddly is the only example I can think of at the moment.

The other barn we like has a lot of outdoor and pet supplies. In that barn I found something interesting. Someone had taken apart old pallets and refurbished them into tool boxes…the old fashioned kind and instead of a bar across the top, they used a sturdy tree branch. They had two left and I bought them both. I plan on planting some herbs in there, after I plant I will post a picture. They are very rustic and upcycled so of course I love them.

SB and I left there and went to a local farm to table restaurant. She had an appetizer of brussel sprouts and they looked pretty tasty. I have never liked brussel sprouts and she kept raving about them so I say why not and I tried one. It was actually quite good. It didn’t even taste like a brussel sprout…so I tried another. I stopped at two because who knows what will happen if I have a reaction. I did not have a reaction but I have burped all night….and it’s the gross, dying inside burp. I knew that brussel sprouts are a no for anyone who is type O and now I know why.

I talked to my aunt later in the day when the burps were more intense. She mentioned that she roasted a big batch of brussel sprouts for her and my uncle and while it tasted good their stomachs hurt. They are both blood type O. There really is something to that diet…

I came home, cut some grass and then headed back out to Sam’s Club for water and Aldi’s to see what was new. I haven’t even dumped out my big bag of clothes/fabric yet. There is so much more I want to say, especially about the dreams I have been having as well as other things but this post is already too long so I will save it for another day….Zia

 

 

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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