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My Mom Hated Thrift Stores

But my daughter and I can spend hours hunting for bargains. For us, it’s a spiritual experience.

Bathroom selfie of author in a red sweater bought for $7 at a thrift store.
I don’t always take bathroom selfies, but when I do, it’s of my thrift store finds. This sweater was seven bucks.

My mom hated thrift stores.

Antique stores were acceptable, as were antiques, partly because her sister, my aunt, was an antique dealer. Garage sales were also acceptable, and even fun for my mom. We’d spend Saturday mornings driving…




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E. Katherine Kottaras

E. Katherine Kottaras

M.A. English// M.S. Kinesiology, Integrative Wellness. Contemplative teacher & writer. 🏳️‍🌈☮️🌴🍕 Chronic pain yields chronic hope.

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