so sleepy this morning and coffee was not doing the trick. it was kinda foggy and i thought a little thrift run was in order. ever since i got on my big minimalist kick, i haven’t been to the thrifts. at all. ok, maybe i cheated 2 or 3 times but for a person who averages 4-5 times a week, i’d say this has been a pretty good break.

so i popped in the car with my thrifting buddy, we pulled up into the goodwill and did our usual 1, 2, 3, 4, LUCKYLUCKY! chant and headed in. i found a handful of vintage dresses, all of which i put back (broken zipper not worth the fix and a few other wonky issues that just didn’t make the cut)

and then i saw this bike:

cute. good bones. love the aqua. and my street name just so happens to be hawthorne.

so i move in for a closer inspection. and then i see the price tag.

and this is when i do a giant eye roll and wonder what the heck these peeps at the goodwill are smokin. y’all. 300 bucks. THREE. HUNDRED. i mean! the bike is in very obvious need of some very serious TLC, so let’s just get that part of of the way. also. it’s the goodwill! it’s a dang thrift store! it should be thrifty! i think they managers are spending half their days now cruising ebay with dollar signs in their eyes.

and let me remind you: i picked up one very fantastic 50s schwinn 4 years ago for a buck thirty five. that’s right. $1.35. i took it home, cleaned it up, and it remains one of my best thrift scores ever. and just lookit how cute mister henry was riding it.

and look at that shiny chrome!

so, goodwill… what happened? how did we go from $1.35 to $300??