Me To The Rescue.

Yesterday I drove across the Whitestone Bridge today to go to my favorite thrift shop In. The. World. It’s in Westchester, my old hometown.

Here are some of the things that I considered buying, but didn’t: 1950s novels with their original dust jackets:

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I already have too many books. But oh, how I love love love those 1950s Authors Photos:

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I don’t know if I did the right thing, leaving those books to fend for themselves…if I don’t rescue those books, who will??  And, will the right people (not me) rescue  these jackets?:

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The swirly-black print one was a beautifully made heavy silk with front zipper ($6.99)  and the one on the right was a brand new patchwork of buff-colored suede stitched loosely together with some kind of matching crochet thread with covered buttons up the front ($29.99) that looked like something that Sheryl Crow would wear on a first date. I couldn’t imagine where you’d wear the balck swirly-print silk jacket, but it’s sooooo me.

Unlike this Nolan Miller number with the spangles on the sleeve which I got a strange, soooo not me crush on:

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This photo gives you no idea how much those sleeves glittered, even in the low light of the going-downhill Secret Thrift Shop that I love. Some days, I really miss the ’80s.

THIS is the kind of thing you only find in a really fine thrift shop:

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A Betsy Johnson tuxedo-cut denim jacket for $6.99. If I wasn’t sure that wearing such a jacket made someone my age look totally idiotic, I would have bought this immediately.

I’d already been browsing the messy aisles of this thrift shop for half an hour and I hadn’t found anything to rescue, and I was beginning to fear that I’d have to go home empty handed.

Never fear, however: FATE always leads me to the right stuff in the nick of time:

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This, my dear readers, is a Jackie Gleason LP to add to my excellent collection of Jackie Gleason LPs from the late ’50s – early ’60s.

This one is called: The Torch With the Blue Flame.

A delicate spindrift of marimba tones, the glow of a solo trombone  and whispering strings, blending in a mist of sound…soft, dream-provoking Gleason sounds that sing with a flickering, haunting light…The Torch With The Blue Flame.

Sooo 1959, so Grown up, sooooo….corny.

Oh man, some days I really miss what I never had.

3 comments to Me To The Rescue.

  • Maryann

    Love it, love it, love it! You put in to words what going to the thrift store is all about, and I so appreciate it. More, please!

  • Suzanne B

    Yes, I love a good thrift store. There is one close by me that is awesome. The rest are trash most the time. Thanks for sharing your treasure hunt finds. I really like the cover on that Jackie Gleason LP

  • Hey Vivian,

    I am the one who might ‘look totally idiotic’ I’d have bought that Betsy Johnson tux no danger!! Now you understand just how mad and barmy I am….ah well ‘C’est la vie!’.

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