As thrifters, we're adventurers. We thrive off of the unpredictable nature of the hunt. Like Indiana Jones, we risk the obstacles to rescue neglected vintage treasures.
When I started college my car was always ready for adventures. In the trunk there was plenty of clothes (thrifted, of course!), travel-sized toiletries, towels, and swimsuits. I could call friends at midnight and say, "Let's go the beach right now!" or "We're going to the graveyard to improvise bad gothic poetry!" and the wacky ones would come with me. We could be gone as long as we wanted because the trunk had everything we needed.
I'm nostalgic about that light-hearted, worry-free time, and I'm happy to report I feel stirrings that former spirit awakening from its short reprieve. I'm ready to explore Florida's numerous wacky tacky tourist attractions (I wrote about a favorite one here), junk stops, and thrift shops this summer. My "Adventure Kit" is packed and ready!
You're invited on this thrift adventure with me, because I'll be writing about thrift wonders and vintage marvels I encounter along the way in this thrift, kitsch and mod wonderland called Florida.
