We should all be thankful that there are people in this world who purchase new items - so that the rest of us can buy those same items at the gazillion thrift shops that have popped up everywhere.
My weakness? Books. Without fail, in every thrift shop, there are overloaded shelves of books that are stacked like pick-up sticks. One wrong tug and... well, I haven't suffered any serious injury yet, but it's been close.
Last week, on the road with my dearly beloved, we hit a few of these stores. And I came home with a stack of treasures.
At the top of that pile is a beautiful copy of Rebecca. The cover is really pretty, and for 25 cents I knew it had to be mine. I was so happy to own this classic, until...
...I got home and discovered it was written in German. On the bright side, I have always envied book artists who have foreign script to use for backgrounds in their art. Need fulfilled.
As a child, I loved to read. One of the books that lived at our house was about Mrs. Piggle Wiggle. I read Mrs. Piggle Wiggle again and again. But somewhere in the process of changing little children into teens into adults in their own homes, Mrs. Piggle Wiggle disappeared.
Last week she reappeared! Twice! In different states!
I can't wait to share her with my grand kids. After I refresh my memory, of course.
I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be forever: nothing can be put to it, nor anything taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear him. Ecclesiastes 3:14