When my daughter was my granddaughter's age, 12, we had what I thought was the perfect mother/daughter relationship. We did so very many things together. One of my favorite thing to do to amuse both she and I was to just drive all over the metro area as well as the surrounding countryside. Most of the time we would end up at a new shopping venue (sometimes even scary). We shopped scratch and dent grocery stores, liquidation barns, antique stores (which were cleverly disguised as used furniture stores) and second hand stores.
My husband hated every thing I brought home to repurpose. Keep in mind, this was more than 25 years ago, before junkin' was the thing and recycling was the edict. He was the oldest of 8 children and still he had hand me downs from older cousins.....hated it, resented it. When he was old enough, he got a paper route just so he could buy his own clothes. And when he found out that I had bought some of Shelley's clothes at Goodwill, well I thought he would bust a gut.
At GK's age, Shelley was given an allowance to buy her own clothes. Not all of them but you know....the ones that "I have to have, Mom". Since I had had her cut her teeth on thrifting, she always had so many more clothes than her other friends because she sought labels (I've always affectionately called her my little label whore) and the in style and way out vintage things. I also rotted her head with all my hippy nonsense (wisdom) that is and so she resembled a gypsy from time to time. Girl still can rock some funky gypsy style.
When we were decorating the back porch, everything we used except the blanket cover which I already had, came from our junkin for the great gnomey back porch. Even the porch swing came from my grandparents home in Las Vegas and is over 65 years old.
|this is what the tomato can planters looked like on the back porch|