My thrift shopping is out of control. It's my comfort zone...my treasure hunt...my therapy...I do it every week. It is an addiction I refuse to apologize for. As you well know, when Lillian was born -- she became my mission. I love, love, love shopping for her...
And, since I would never dream of gift-wrapping 25 thrift-gifts -- I always say the same thing when I'm showing her the latest treasure...."close your eyes"...and, since she was a baby, she'd actually DO THAT...waiting for Grandma Rita's big TA DA MOMENT...when I say, "OPEN YOUR EYES, LILLY"...




OF COURSE, LILLIAN....and there just happened to be a mountain of treasure waiting for her. The thing she was most delighted about was a Santa Claus coverlet for her room. There were also several velvet dresses....another silver pair of shoes...a Fisher Price nativity...a little set of 12 Christmas board books...well, you get the idea.
This time -- there were also some gifts for her to take back to Daddy in Wisconsin. He's got some time off -- so I sent him a Christmas coverlet, and a few jigsaw puzzles.
She was more excited about GIVING these gifts to her Daddy than she was about receiving things for herself -- and she talked about it all the way home (4 hour drive.)
Emily reported that Lilly grabbed the bag with the Daddy gifts, dragged it into the house and said, "Daddy -- close your eyes"...
Thrift shopping for kids is fabulous. But the best place I ever saw was in Utah. Kids are king there so the thrift shops had FANTASTIC stuff. If I lived there & had a small child, I don't think I'd ever buy new. :)
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