Goodwill Finds

Late Night Photo Shoot

3 Cups

Night has crept up again, but this time I’m prepared. Armed with Cookies n’ Cream ice cream, a great compromise between the Mint Chocolate Chip lover in me and the Coffee lover who is my sister, we dined like students in college! Scratch that, we are students in college.

Of course, the sole reason I didn’t eat it straight out of the carton (like I normally would if it was minty-flavored ice cream, and it being one less thing to wash) was due to this cozy cup I found in Goodwill. As you know, I’m a fan of cups, and cups with two handles are even better! This marks the second cup I own with two handles, and to think I received my first one during the holidays last year.

But what’s better than finding thrifty things at my local Goodwill? That’s right. A late night photo shoot with something I can eat afterwards! Now being a fan of eating and of eating unhealthy food (e.g. ice cream), I couldn’t say no to having a snack even though I usually don’t snack this late. If anything, I would be having my dinner at a random time like now. Who needs schedules anyway?

I don’t, but I certainly topped my dessert off with strawberries that are apparently still in season where I currently reside, and if I had some chocolate syrup or fudge, I would be all over that.

Tonight’s also a great night for an ice cream showdown because we’re heading into cold territory within the next month, which means that the frozen sections are going on sale, but it’s not too cold where fruits are stocked up for the year in preparation for our hibernation this coming winter. Yes, we like to live like bears where I come from. They’re so efficient really, but I digress.


What’re your favorite toppings for ice cream, frozen yogurt, or anything really? What’s the most peculiar combination of food that you’ve ever had or witnessed someone having?

I used to crumble up potato chips, Oreo cookies, and peanuts over my choice of ice cream, and then drown my sorrows in chocolate syrup. Kidding, I only eat ice cream when I’m happy. Shh, not really, but no one has to know…


A Yellow Cup

Knitting, comfort food, tea, and warm hugs go together, right? At least that is how I would like to picture my life because I knit … occasionally.

I guess I fall into the stereotypical category that is the hipster knitter. No, not really, but I do like finding something unique that is quirky enough to stand alone or to stand out among others. That is why I started roaming the miscellaneous section of Goodwill, a section that is somehow categorized nevertheless.

So as I was walking down the housewares section, trying not to knock over anything fragile because I am prone to do that, this cup caught my eyes. One because it was yellow, my favorite color, and two because it was a cup, and I like drinking out of cups, especially cool ones. Now my rule about buying items from Goodwill that looks like it has been used is that it can’t look like it has been used too much to the point where it was loved to death and is now sitting among an assortment of donated goods.DSC_0040

Call me picky or high maintenance (because I go for the newer looking articles but am shopping at a Goodwill), but I would seriously be broke if I brought whatever I liked. So I set some standards for myself (as you should in whatever situation you are in). And even then, standards are not enough; the weight of my wallet begs me not to touch it.

It’s okay. It’s my problem. The problem of an unemployed college student with loans to pay off in a few years. So it does help me limit what I add to the horde of things I possess at home. I’m still young(ish), I still have the rest of my lifetime to discover new things. There’s no rush.

The other thing is that I get watch my housewares collection grow, that is, with mismatched plates and cups. I’m also in the process of finding ways to organize things. This goes with decorating my apartment the way I want. For me, my dream living space didn’t happen the day I moved in or even after a year of living here. Right now, it’s a bunch of mismatch furnishing and my personal paraphernalia, and not in a way that screams I have fantastic taste in interior designing or even any taste at all.

Seriously, sometimes I cringed when the repairman comes. He’s been to a lot of apartments, seen a lot of sophisticated living, and mine is probably laughable in comparison.

It’s actually the way I live though. Having things out of place just like my thoughts being out of order. Mismatched furniture thrown together like I how throw myself together on some mornings. Losing things just like forgetting what I was going to say. Bringing new strays in (not cats, dogs, or squirrels—we have a lot of squirrels around here) just like toying with new ideas.

In a way, this yellow cup represents who I am. Someone who thinks she is unique but fits in occasionally in a crowd, is abandoned on a shelf and left to find out who she is, likes the color yellow for no particular reason at all, but mostly someone who is worn and chipped from years of living as she tries to figure more of this world out.DSC_0042