I am Thankful for Thanksgiving. Is that a little redundant? Well it’s true. Because without Thanksgiving and its accompanying two-state-wide blizzard as an excuse, my sweet hubby probably would not have sat in a unheated bus station from 10:30 at night on Wednesday until 3:00 Thursday morning waiting for the Greyhound that would bring him home to spend two and half blissful days with the kids and me. Without Thanksgiving and said blizzard, B would have stayed in Blackfoot, and, even though we would go to see him next weekend, he would probably not have had the chance to come back to Missoula again for a very long time. And, I may have mentioned this before, we love Missoula.
But we did get snow and we did get B and we did get turkied and pied and stuffing-stuffed, and snuggled and smiled and hugged and all-around familied (yes, I just verbed a word again) for two whole days. And I am thankful.
Random crafty note: We made these little place markers for the table out of walnut shells, twigs, construction paper and candle wax. They’re supposed to be ships… like everyone’s own personal Mayflower. I think they turned out cute.
And then there was Black Friday.
Okay, let me just step up onto my soap box and say that I think the Black Friday shopping hullabaloo we Americans plan,prepare for and participate in year after year after year represents something seriously wrong with the spirit of our nation. The commercialism! The indignity! The unabashed greed!
And down from the soap box… Wanna hear about all the stuff I got?
I have never gone out shopping on Black Friday of my own will and accord (once I was coerced- but I didn’t buy anything, I swear!), until this year. See, on Monday I was dropping some things off at the Goodwill donation door, getting ready for the big move and all, when the friendly, helpful, Donation-Taker Man ( that’s an official title) mentioned in his friendly, helpful way that on Friday the store would open an hour early and everything would be 50% off.
50% off on thrifty goodness? Vintagey-why-would-anyone-get-rid-of-this-awesomeness? I cracked. Yesterday morning, my MiL and I were third in line outside those shiny glass doors.
Here’s the breakdown: While all those suckers over at the mall (no offense to any of my readers who might be mall suckers) paid $75 for a pair of socks, a bottle of cologne and a food processor, I laid down $ 74.86 for:
3 pairs of (practically new) jeans for me
3 sweaters for me (including this pea-green vintage awesomeness)
2 dress shirts for B
1 scholarly- looking corduroy suit coat for B
and 1 pair of never-worn GAP khakis for B
Good deal, huh? But wait! That’s not all! I also wrangled:
1 skirt, 1 jacket, and 1 sweater for L
1 shirt, 1 pair of pants, 1 pair of Handy Manny overalls (from Disneyland) for R
6 (count ’em) 6 matching picture frames
2 box sets of Pippi Longstocking books
5 American Girl books
And approximately 25 other excellent books in excellent condition for the kiddos.
Add my Black Friday haul to the handmade Christmas craft-stravaganza already in progress in my sewing corner, and my gift- giving is practically done. Snap. All hail the thrifting Queen.
I hope your Thanksgiving was as heartwarming and your Black Friday as frugally fabulous as mine.
No little old ladies were trampled by mob-mentality coupon holders in the making of this post.