Screw Lucy

I drove aimlessly up Timberlake Road yesterday in an attempt to find something for my grandmother to do after her senior bowling day. She had no idea I was doing this, but the later I keep her out during the day the happier she seems to be in the evening. So we turned right out of Fort Hill Bowling Center as I hoped I would not have to resort to the mall.

The first business that sent out an aura of "elderly" was the DAV (Disabled American Veterans) store. With no complaints (this is a miracle) grandma gingerly started wading through other people's refuse.

Don't get me wrong. I have had 4 of my own yard sales this year and I absolutely adore a good thrift shop. I actually sort of had the intention all week to look for a second hand Louisa Edwards book anyway. To my advantage, books were right inside the door to the left. It didn't take too long before I found a treasure--The Complete Works of William Shakespere. 

Then I saw the price and found the running theme for the DAV blog.

Penciled inside the cover was the price of $20. My thoughts for a thrift store was,"Whoa! Isn't that, like, WAY over priced?"

I moved on to the books in the back. There were a few for a dollar, most for $3 or more. 

I picked out the books I wanted and wrote down the titles so I could buy them at Bookshop on the Avenue. 

Ok, well I couldn't find a pen so really I send text messages to myself of the titles. I am so creative. 

Then the funny thing happened. 

I was browsing in the electronics section when a tall, buxom, middle-aged black lady tapped me on the shoulder and dangled a series of overlapping, used Band-aids in my face.

"Could you put this back on for me?" she requested as she pointed to the larger-than-a-quarter sized hickey on her neck. 

It was a hickey. Before I could wonder she confirmed that it was a shame that "men leave those things on women."

I just smiled and assisted her, reminding her that ice applied directly and immediately can be helpful. This of course was the one day I forgot to bring my camera with me so I could go hide behind a $300 ply-board cabinet and make video commentary. 

Oh and in case you're wondering, the books I found that I refrained from taking home were intriguing and I will eventually pick them up:

Mrs. Dalloway

Arabs and Jews

Christ the Lord out of Egypt

It Was on Fire When I Lay Down on It

The Scandal of Evangelical Politics

After the whole Band-aid incident I checked on grandma to see what she had acquired. I was relieved to learn she had only picked up one pair of shoes, two dolls, and a few toys for her pseudo grandson. 

I've entertained the idea of having a 1980's tacky prom party, so when I walked outside to visit the "boutique" (you have to--for whatever reason--walk outside and through another door to get to this section). This is the area with the "nicer" furniture, wedding gowns, etc.

Cutting to the chase, or should I say chaise, the furniture's prices could have been found in a store where you buy things new. 

And the dresses...oh god, the dresses.

Apparently, without my knowledge, velor dresses with sequins have skyrocketed in value over the years. The good news here is that you can find an ugly, shiny, perhaps even stained dress for my 1980's gathering. The bad news is, you're going to be paying upwards of $45 to $65 for it. 

I shuffled out of the high end section, gathered up my grandmother who was attempting to pay for her merchandise with $2 bills, and rushed home to find out what others thought of this store.

Actually I just now looked that information up but whatever.

So anyway, if you're thrift person and have been to this joint, what did you think? Do your own accurate evaluating.

(and leave a comment)