Our local thrift store here is where I go for "play time". (The proceeds benefit our local Humane Society so I go there for good Samaritan time too!)
I get lost in the piles of old records; can practically envision the living rooms that they filled with memories. I admire the gentle wear that hands have imparted on pieces of china. My breath catches as I turn them over to discover what land they were made in. (Feeling it's bone thin structure, I remark that at least I'm in a store that I can afford to pay for anything that I may happen to break.) I run my fingers over the contours of a cast iron skillet, feeling the warmth that its home cooked fare must have given forth. And then I suddenly crave a golden piece of cornbread with a pad of butter slowly melting into it. I laugh when I see every copy of Trivia Pursuit ever produced. It's comforting to know I'm not the only player who thought even Einstein would have to ask "How would I possibly know that answer?"
Giving things a second (or fifth, or eighth) life gives me that warm fuzzy feeling. I enjoy being part of its history; wondering where it came from & being thankful that it made its way to me.
P.S.- After four trips to the thrift store, it didn't get any easier to walk out without that vintage juicer. On the fifth trip, I looked over to find it missing. I hope it found a loving owner who ogles at it as much as I know I would have.
Have a great day...on purpose!!