granny’s
Been home for a couple days now, the days go by pretty fast, even though I go completely on reserve mode…. I actually just fall asleep every few hours.
Yesterday, it didn’t really snow, so I made my ritual visit to granny’s attic. This is quite possibly the best thrift store. Period. Perhaps that might seem like an exaggeration, but I used to go here for dress-up for games of little house on the prairie and little women, and now I go there for well, clothes. (I think that I got my fashion sense from those early days… I still treat dressing up for the day like dressing up in costume).
In fact, it’s not just a ritual for myself, but for most island kids who grew up here. Mid-day with mom, then a few years later, it could be a meet up on an uneventful Saturday afternoon. First the clothing and books, then over to the furniture house across the parking lot.
It’s a dilapidated one level, once-was house, smells of moth balls and is littered with the town crazies and old people. There is a card rack, with religious well-wishings and 60s styled wellness wishes, there are kitchen utensils, yarn, old records, books, and a room full of clothes. I can honestly say I have never walked out of there empty handed, most likely due rising property costs and affluence of my small island. The jewelry rack honesty has trays of vintage broaches. How has Granny’s maintained its authenticity even now, given its proximity to Seattle (where vintage has easily replaced the role of grunge, though plaid has never gone out of style), but I’m not going to question its longevity. I can only say, that returning from Brooklyn where wearing anything but used is a fashion no-no, and asking how much (or how little) you bought a holey sweater for is a matter of pride, it’s a nice to know that some institutions remain, for people who just want a bargain.
