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I am obsessed with thrifting. This blog is a chronicle of my finds, both great and small.

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I haven’t been posting here as much as I’d like to. Been super busy lately.
ANYWAY, this is a Fiesta mug, in the rose color. Fiesta ware is a relatively new obsession for me. I didn’t want to get too crazy about it, and I only wanted to limit myself to buying a few colors (greens, blues). I don’t like rose very much at all, but there is something about the shape of Fiesta mugs that’s totally irresistible to me. So here we are.
This shape of mug is called a “Tom and Jerry” mug, but I’m not entirely sure why that came about. A mystery to solve another day.

I haven’t been posting here as much as I’d like to. Been super busy lately.

ANYWAY, this is a Fiesta mug, in the rose color. Fiesta ware is a relatively new obsession for me. I didn’t want to get too crazy about it, and I only wanted to limit myself to buying a few colors (greens, blues). I don’t like rose very much at all, but there is something about the shape of Fiesta mugs that’s totally irresistible to me. So here we are.

This shape of mug is called a “Tom and Jerry” mug, but I’m not entirely sure why that came about. A mystery to solve another day.

This is a bakelite Leicameter light meter, made by Weston. Cool, right? This light meter is definitely from the 30s or 40s. I did a little research, but if I dig deeper I might be able to figure out the actual year. I bought it for form, not function—old photo equipment really gets me psyched. 

This is a bakelite Leicameter light meter, made by Weston. Cool, right? This light meter is definitely from the 30s or 40s. I did a little research, but if I dig deeper I might be able to figure out the actual year. I bought it for form, not function—old photo equipment really gets me psyched. 

Didn’t buy this, just snapped a picture because I thought it was ridiculous.

Didn’t buy this, just snapped a picture because I thought it was ridiculous.

This is a Zim-Gar blue sparkly snare drum. Zim-Gar was a Japanese company that produced cheap but apparently awesome-looking drums. I’m not a drummer, but I would like to learn how to play someday. My uncle is a professional drummer and had a glittery blue set that looked like this when I was a kid, and I was always in love with it.

This is a Zim-Gar blue sparkly snare drum. Zim-Gar was a Japanese company that produced cheap but apparently awesome-looking drums. I’m not a drummer, but I would like to learn how to play someday. My uncle is a professional drummer and had a glittery blue set that looked like this when I was a kid, and I was always in love with it.

This is a Cathrineholm lotus pattern enamel pot. I’m so in love with Cathrineholm but it’s rare to find any around here, so I was pretty excited about this even though it’s far from flawless.
Yesterday a new Goodwill store opened up nearby (conveniently on a stretch of road that’s also home to another Goodwill and a Savers) and this was my first purchase there! Hopefully a sign of good things to come.

This is a Cathrineholm lotus pattern enamel pot. I’m so in love with Cathrineholm but it’s rare to find any around here, so I was pretty excited about this even though it’s far from flawless.

Yesterday a new Goodwill store opened up nearby (conveniently on a stretch of road that’s also home to another Goodwill and a Savers) and this was my first purchase there! Hopefully a sign of good things to come.

The purchase of this ridiculous mug was the result of a couple different converging factors—
My deep, deep love of any and all milk/milky glass items—Federal Glass (this), Glasbake, Fire King, whatever—I love the stuff.
My general dual repulsion and fascination with tacky tiki items (recently stoked by Dr. Jacoby’s office in Twin Peaks). Also, when do you think tiki and milk glass actually cross paths? Almost never.
The fact that I can’t leave the thrift store empty handed, and this was 29 cents.

The purchase of this ridiculous mug was the result of a couple different converging factors—

  • My deep, deep love of any and all milk/milky glass items—Federal Glass (this), Glasbake, Fire King, whatever—I love the stuff.
  • My general dual repulsion and fascination with tacky tiki items (recently stoked by Dr. Jacoby’s office in Twin Peaks). Also, when do you think tiki and milk glass actually cross paths? Almost never.
  • The fact that I can’t leave the thrift store empty handed, and this was 29 cents.

Thanks!

Nothing to post right at the moment, just wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s already following me! Wow!

Also, special thanks to my buddy Elise for the shoutout. You da best.

This is a 1917 edition of Jules Verne’s “20,000 Leagues Under The Sea,” which was originally published in 1869. Someone has written “Catherine, 1940” inside it in pencil.

Hey y’all. Welcome to my new blog (this is me, going in for a hug). My name is Caren and I have a thrifting problem. This space will be used to document all the fun, weird, useful, old, and tacky items I bring home from thrift or antique stores on a weekly basis. I may write a bit about the things I post here, if I think some background information is needed. 
Some people think thrift stores are gross, but I think they’re pretty amazing. It’s true that one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. While thrift stores are often full of ugly velvet sofas from the 1970s and screaming kids, they’re also full of memories and relics from the past. Hopefully, those of you reading this feel the same way.
If you want to know more about what is posted here, please use the “ask" function. You can also follow me on my personal Tumblr HERE. Thanks for stopping by.

Hey y’all. Welcome to my new blog (this is me, going in for a hug). My name is Caren and I have a thrifting problem. This space will be used to document all the fun, weird, useful, old, and tacky items I bring home from thrift or antique stores on a weekly basis. I may write a bit about the things I post here, if I think some background information is needed. 

Some people think thrift stores are gross, but I think they’re pretty amazing. It’s true that one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. While thrift stores are often full of ugly velvet sofas from the 1970s and screaming kids, they’re also full of memories and relics from the past. Hopefully, those of you reading this feel the same way.

If you want to know more about what is posted here, please use the “ask" function. You can also follow me on my personal Tumblr HERE. Thanks for stopping by.