Lately, when I get up in the
morning to let the dog out I can hear an owl, “hooting,” in one of our trees. It’s like clockwork; I drag myself out of bed, toss on my ratty
slippers, stumble out the door with blurry eyes, (which only get blurrier after
inevitably becoming snow-blind from the reflection of the sun,) and wait for
our four legged friend to find the absolute perfect spot to do her
business. As I’m standing there,
freezing and unable to see anything, I can hear a faint, “hoot…hoot…”
in the distance. While I don’t consider
myself much of a bird enthusiast, I do find comfort in the fact that signs of life
seem to be seeping through the surface of the frozen tundra. Plus, the owl I mentioned follows a
strict routine which is something I can really get behind.
In the spirit of keeping with routine, I too
have been attempting to continue my regular habits despite the oppressive
weather those of us in South Dakota have been experiencing. The other day I was driving to my regular
Starbucks when I noticed a large hawk perched on a fence post. It was an impressive sight and reminded me of
my little morning friend in the trees. Considering all of this now makes me smile. I find it strange how much I look forward to
hearing what I envision as the, “little guy,” each morning. In fact, I seem to enjoy it so much I once caught
myself bragging to a customer at work about, “MY owl,” and
it’s, “peaceful morning song.” Ha! I
wonder what, "my owl," thinks about the sounds of my colorful morning vocabulary as I flail around blindly while trying not to step in dog crap.
After seeing the hawk on my coffee excursion
I took it's presence as an omen. I was supposed to
be out and about that day. I was being
called to do something important. “The
Gods,” obviously had something waiting for me.
So what did I end up doing you ask? I fulfilled my calling of course.
I went thrifting!
Okay, so despite the heavy sarcasm presented I want to clarify that I do believe I have a gift for sensing when there’s
something waiting for me at the thrift store.
Somehow I always seem to get the message of when I should stop. It goes like this; I’m driving my car and see
a hawk sitting on a fence post, which makes me think of the owl living in my tree.
Of course, this makes me cringe at the thought of the hideous jacket I wear in
the mornings while taking the dog out.
As a result, I remember I haven’t been to St. Vinny’s in a
while to, "troll," their $3.00 coat rack.
See how that works. Next thing I
know there’s a magnetic pull forcing my car to abandon my tall decaf vanilla
latte and head to the nearest thrift store. Suddenly, “Voila!” I’m taking blog pictures in my newly acquired
denim coat.
This is exactly what happened the day I took
the pictures featured in the post above. However,
not only did I end up buying a new coat, (which reminded me of a much more
expensive version I’ve been admiring in the Free People catalog for quite some
time,) I also ended up purchasing the beautiful copper cable knit sweater I’m
wearing as well. “Two Birds, One Sto…
Afternoon,” I thought. I continued by
marveling at the idea, “All as a result of two birds in one afternoon." Well, if that’s not a sign that I should keep
shopping then I don’t know what is.
-r.
Coat: Thrifted
Sweater: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ELOFSON
Skirt: Thrifted
(Handmade)
Boots: Ugg
Purse: Frye
Sunglasses: Vintage
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