
I knew it was going to be a good weekend the second the Brit called me up on Friday afternoon and asked me if I wanted to go thrifting!!! Invitations to go second hand shopping from the BF can be somewhat of a rare occurrence, so I hopped to it. Don't get me wrong, the Brit is the perfect rummaging partner and in fact his impeccable taste and knack for finding little vintage gems are traits that make my little heart pitter patter for the guy {trust me a guy who can thrift is a keeper}... but even he has limited patience for my obsession with visiting every single charity shop in the neighborhood and examining every item... I'm starting to realize why. You see my darling Brit seems to have an inner radar. He walks into a shop and can right away zone in on the good stuff.... like the this lovely vintage letter holder, old playing cards and little antique leather-bound journal he found in a local Oxfam for in less than five minutes {It works perfectly in our kitchen as a chalk holder for our blackboard wall and keeper of business cards and recipes}. I on the other hand, seem to flitter around, all excited, jumping from one rack to the next... although once in a while I find my own little treasure, like my new Russian nesting doll toothpick holder. What can I say, those who thrift together stay together.
xo Ashi