Such serendipity makes me wonder if there is not a higher power orchestrating this giant game of thrift.
Grinny writes:
My husband and I married after dating five months. We just wanted to be married and didn't care much about ceremony. He wore a suit he already owned with a tie that I never cared for.Great story Grinny.
In fact, I thought the tie was downright ugly.
Fast-forward five years and our oldest son is attending vacation bible school. The school had a little store of donated goods where the children could pick prizes.
With the coming of Father's Day, requests were sent out to donate “manly” items the children could to give to fathers as gifts. I happily donated the mentioned tie – without a peep to hub.
Unbeknownst about the tie or it’s history, of all the choices, my son picked the infamous "wedding tie" to give to his dad on Father’s Day.
I had to come clean. This tie moved back into my husband’s closet, twelve years later. He has never worn again. Good thing hubs has a forgiving sense of humor.
Sometimes I wonder if Mr. Golightly is Yogi Berra incarnate. Of many head-scratcher sayings, he often tells me to, “Go so you can come back”. I used to translate that to, “please run your errands now so you can come home and watch the kids”.
But I have to wonder if “Go to come back” has a more cosmic significance. Perhaps my ring and Grinny’s husband’s tie needed to go so they could come back modified in meaning to build a better story.
We can call such stories, Legendary Thrift. If you have one, do tell. I can be contacted by clicking on the Contact Section in the left column.
Now I must go so I can come back.
7 comments:
I love Ginny's story! That is hilarious!
I once heard Garrison Keillor say "how can I miss you if you won't go away?" Maybe that applies to stuff as well as people!
I went to a Catholic school where they requested donations for a Christmas store where students could buy presents very inexpensively.
My mother donated a bunch of stuff. I bought a lovely pair of earrings, which she opened on Christmas morning. Yep, they were hers! We all had a great laugh, just like Ginny.
In Denver, friends run into the other in thrift stores like neighbors at the local bagel shop. I sometimes wonder if I'm wearing something a friend donated. I wouldn't be surprised or embarrassed. What goes around, comes around.
Yes Frances, poor Ginny had to answer to a higher power - her husband's fragile male ego. [Wink.]
What sweet stories you and Ginny have :0) I like the idea of a school having a thrift store of donated goods for students to pick out inexpensive items as gifts.
Great story, Ginny, I love it!
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