second hand rose

Nope. Nobody is getting married. Just borrowing a catchy phrase reserved primarily for weddings because no other title could fit more perfectly. I’m second hand rose. Goodwill, Salvation Army, and consignment shops are my frequent haunts. I enjoy the process of sifting through racks of second hand goods, and then rejoice when I find that Ann Taylor shirt, or those pants from the Gap for $2.99. I have a set of Christmas snowman dessert dishes and mugs (service for 8) for which I paid $6.00. Yes, it takes time to find items and one must really be passionate about the hunt. Yes, the items have been worn, or used by others (although not in the case of the Christmas goods), but I simply don’t care. It’s fun. I always find incredible items. I think I...

In desperate need of groceries, I headed out to Aldi tonight, only to park and realize that I’d forgotten something very important. No, I didn’t forget my supply of reusable shopping bags. No, I didn’t forget my list. What I had forgotten was much more dire, as had I forgotten my bags, I knew I could pick up some empty boxes in the store in which to pack my groceries. And my noggin had a fairly good idea as to what I needed, so I would have been fine without a list. However, forget your quarter on a visit to Aldi, and you are toast. Yeah, I forgot my quarter. Dagnabit. I needed to do a huge shopping, and without the quarter, I wouldn’t be able to get a cart. I really don’t need to explain this to those of you who shop at Aldi. Quite...