or should I say coffee (extra strong please).
As a result, yard sale-ing is not on my list of favorite things “to do”.
I have several friends who are avid yard salers and score some amazing things.
“What could I possibly want in there?”, was always my thought process.
But recently I’ve been shown the glorious world of thrift store find possibilities!
So I found myself pulling into the parking lot.My palms were actually sweaty as I exited the car.
“Am I overdressed?”, I asked myself.
“Get a grip Kim, it’s a thrift store! You are allowed to shop in it.”
I opened the door and it was what I expected.
It’s a thrift store.
so my OCD urge to merchandise the racks and displays was in overdrive.
“Ok, FOCUS!”, I told myself.
You have to know HOW to look.I scanned the shelves of dishes first.
There were amazing sets of wine glasses!
Move along, move along…
He looked a little rough around the edges, neglected.
But he was unique, something special.My fingers reached for him.
I saw his hidden beauty, his potential….
Alright, I’m reading WAY too many Nicolas Sparks novels.
You judge for yourself…..
I knew he was a keeper when I saw these words embossed on the bottom!
FEDERAL LAW FORBIDS SALE OR REUSE OF THIS BOTTLE.
(cue music) …bad boy, bad boy, watcha gonna do…
After some Internet research on old bottles, I discovered he was a 1957 I.W. Harper bourbon bottle.