tinge of pride

I grew up admiring my thrifty and frugal mother who made sacrifices so that she could stay at home and raise her four children. Part of these sacrifices included buying things second-hand. I can remember sitting down with my mother and scouting out all the yard sales in the local paper and circling the ones we wanted to go to. I loved going to yard sales with my mom. She'd buy us clothes and things we needed for the house and I would buy stuffed monkeys. I collected stuffed monkeys back then and let me tell you, I had a pretty impressive collection. I never saw any shame in buying someone else's old stuff.

This is still true for me. I sort of wavered in high school, working as a waitress, only to spend most of my paychecks on new clothes at the mall. But I came back to my roots. My mom and I still trade stories of fun things and great deals we've gotten from yard sales and thrift stores.  Sometimes I'll look down at myself and mentally note that everything I am wearing is from the thrift store - This whole outfit only cost me $8, I'll think to myself.

I feel a tinge of pride knowing there's just one more way I'm like my mother.

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