Over the Christmas holidays, Big Chuck and I stopped in to the local thrift store, Chez Thift, near his parent's home in Fenelon Falls, ON. (I don't know why it's called Chez Thrift, it's really just a Salvation Army, but his mom always calls it Chez Thrift, so let's go with it.)
I don't have the patience to go through the racks and racks of clothing, I've tried believe me, it's just never been my thing. I do however have the patience to scan the furniture, used sports equipment (waiting for a beautiful pair of wooden x-country skis) and dishes. It only takes a few minutes and you rarely even have to touch anything. I can't remember who found them, but when we saw these vintage canning jars we grabbed all six. Big Chuck and I had a beautiful set that we bought at the Viennese equivalent of Chez Thrift, unfortunately they didn't make the cut when it came time to pack the TWO suitcases we were each allowed to travel back home with. I know, we could have shipped them, but then it takes all the fun out of the quest to replace them in our new land.
The other night I emptied our pantry looking for things to fill them with. This is my favourite pair, coffee and sugar at Big Chuck's little coffee station.
Have a wonderful Thursday!