Load 'em up. Move 'em out.
Day 6: Sunday June 24th.Gotta make moves. Loaded up my "booty", and might Isay, Portland offered up some great "booty" and headtowards Idaho via Washington.Some sample Nikes, Cherokee wedgies, deadstock
goodies, ya know, "the goods!"
At some point I entered Washington but apparently
they didn't want to welcome me with a big ol' "Welcome
to Washington" sign. Realized I was in WA when I stopped
to get gas in a town called Connell. A sneeze of a town,
totally shut down on a Sunday, expect for the gas station
and a thrift store called The Never Ending Garage Sale.
Don't care how small your town is, there will always be some
Saw this on my drive and pulled off to get a closer look
and some photos. Unfortunetly the buff monster had
gotten there before I did. But beggers can't be choosers.
Posted up in Spokane for the night. Stayed here,
"where they'll leave the lights on for ya". Good Night.
Day 3: Thursday June 21stRolled out to Portland today. Took my time to smell the rosesalong the way AKA more shopping!! First stop was Roseburg,where I had to do eveything in my power to stop myself frombuying these:
The beauty of the camera is you don't have to buy eveythingyou see...Here we get some much needed fashion inspirationfrom Aretha Franklin's "Who's Zoomin Who?" album...
Dudes, please pay attention to the scarf and the
sweats/ankle boot combo...let's bring it back fellas!
Made my way through Roseburg, Eugene, Springfield,
and Salem. Hit up 1 Goodwill, 1 Sally's, 2 Value Villages
aka Savers in Cali and 1 Buffalo Exchange. The pickins'
It Runs Deep.
I was born into this. I had no choice. I am a second-hand-rose. Before I was even brought into this world my Mom and my Nana would comb the thirft stores of Oakland, California putting together the wardrobe for the child that would be. Once I arrived, weekends where spent "garage saleing" with my mom and dad. It is there that my dad taught me two things: 1) "You never know what tiny treasure is on that table" translation: stop at all gargage sales and 2) "This car stops at all garage sales!", the bumper sticker my dad said our car needed. If we weren't "saleing", then it was bus trips to the Salvation Army in downtown Oakland to visit my Nana, who worked there for years.We are a product of our environment and mine happened to be diggin through peoples "unwantables"...to find that gem, the score, a little something that gets your blood pumping and the adrenaline going, like you just got over on the world. The proof is in the picture, 3 generations of "junkers": my mom, grandma Rose and me.