Shhh.... Don't tell my husband

I did a good thing over the weekend. I sold 4 more boxes of stuff we didn't need and made a quick $100. But then...... I did a not so good thing. I went to a thrift store. Just please don't tell my husband, because he will tease me, relentlessly. He thinks I am a thriftaholic. I say I am not. I can quit whenever I want to. I just have never wanted to. This weekend makes me fear that he may be right though.

It started out innocently enough. I was just driving by the thrift store when I decided I would stop by and see what was new, but only buy things we NEEDED. I had told my DH that I would quit buying thrift treasures until after the move. At first I was restrained. I found a huge package of clothespins for 99 cents. We will NEED those for the clothesline my husband has promised for the new house. I also found a package of new tie on price tags, also only 99 cents. We NEED those for our upcoming sale.

Then the trouble started. I saw the "other items". They whispered to me, "We are beautiful. We are bargains. You will want us later and won't be able to find us again." Somehow in a rush of adrenalin they ended up in my cart. It's all sort of a fog now, which could be from the excitement I was feeling at the time. They were real bargains though. The total expense for all of them was less then $6.00. I have always wanted one of those canning jar lamps, and who could pass up that 1829 bear for only $1.49. I certainly couldn't!

I took the photographs of them as soon as I got home. Then I ripped the price tags off of my new treasures and quickly packed them in boxes for the move. I will unpack those boxes last. If my husband asks where they came from, I will just say, "Oh, those old things. I have had them for awhile."

I won't actually define "awhile" unless he asks me to. Just please don't you tell him, or I fear that the laughing may never stop. I wish you good luck in your own thrifting this week.

Blessings to you.