They were the worst of finds… because I stupidly left them behind.
Yes, stupidly. I’m not afraid to say it. Has this ever happened to you? You visit a thrift store like you normally do, looking for the unique, the unusual, the trash that you can turn into treasures.
And somehow you manage to leave the store without the things that are treasures already… and later you regret it. Oh how you regret it!
You left them behind. Even though they were calling to you with every fibre of their beings. Begging you to take them home. But, for some strange reason your hearing wasn’t working that day… or you just weren’t listening.
That’s exactly what happened to me last Friday when I left a pair of fabulously rusted candle trees at the thrift store. Was I out of my mind? I think I must have been sleep-shopping or something.
Or, was it because they were $4 each, and I am the “Thrifty” Rebel after all? But how cheap thrifty do I have to be?
Honestly I’m not sure what it was, but later that night I realized what I had done. It was like a lightening bolt hit me, and suddenly I was filled with regret. They were absolutely perfect for a garden art project. Perfect!!!
How could I have walked away from such rusted perfection? (OK, I’ve established that they were perfect. Enough already!)
In my defence I didn’t come home with any bright and shiny things either. I was in no mood to reward them for their rudeness. What do they think they are anyway?
As much as I loved the candle trees I couldn’t bring myself to make the half hour trip each way, through the wind and the snow, to the thrift store on Saturday.
I convinced myself that there was no way in heck that they would still be there anyway, and I would just be spending my gas dollars on a wasted trip. This made me feel a little better, but not much.
I told myself that if they were truly meant to come home with me they would still be there on Tuesday when the store opened again. (The store is closed on Sundays and Mondays).
So yesterday I went to work as usual, and anxiously waited for lunchtime so I could make my way to the thrift store like I always do.
I told myself all morning that I shouldn’t be disappointed when I find that my lovely candle trees are gone… long gone.
There will be other treasures, I told myself, again and again.
So, I could not believe it when I walked into the store and there they were… sitting in the exact same spot. Just waiting for me!!! I literally ran over and scooped them up into my arms and happily, and I mean happily, paid the $8.
Clearly, they were meant to grace my garden with their fabulousness.
The volunteer behind the counter looked at me with some suspicion I must say…and she asked me if I was going to paint them.
“Oh no no no”, I said. “They are absolutely perfect just the way they are”.
For the rest of the winter my candle trees will be hibernating in my greenhouse, patiently waiting for spring… when they’ll blossom into pieces of garden art. And they’ll live happily ever after.
They are definitely the best of finds… and absolutely fabulously mine.