One of the perks of living in a large, relatively low-income Sun Belt city is the diversity of thrift store finds.
As I’ve mentioned before, a lot of this transferred wealth comes from tragedy: retirees dying off and their heirs shoveling stuff to Goodwill or the dump, divorced or unemployed folks suddenly having to get rid of possessions they’ve no room to keep, and transferred workers leaving for out-of-state jobs and dropping off their sparse gear rather than move with it.
This benefits the careful and patient shopper. I am always very conscious of the past sacrifices I witness whenever I walk into a resale store. Today, Goodwill was kind enough to furnish me a 3oz, unmarked, flawless stainless steel hip flask for $3, a gift for a friend. I’ll look into etching his personal sigil on it.
And these incredible black leather gloves with sewn geometric applique detail and nickel-plated brass studs, for $4.
They scream ‘cosplay’ no matter what I do to them.
Thank you, unknown people, for letting me be the next owner of your stuff.