The fun thing about thrift shopping is that you hardly ever find things when you need them. And then suddenly you do.
At least that's how it works for me.
I've been looking for a small book case that I wanted to have next to the couch for months. At last I found a secretaire and loved it. A happy ending.
Last week I found the perfect book case. That I didn't need anymore, so I left it behind. But when I told my husband and daughter over lunch they asked why I didn't buy it to use upstairs (where most of our books live in ikea billy book cases). Oh yes. That's right. What was I thinking?
So I went back to the store and luckily it was still there. And now it's right where it belongs, at my side of the bed, filled with some of my favorite books.