Everything in this pic is thrifted.
In my line
of work,
thrifting,
is everyday.
It's in my
blood.
Got it from
my dad.
There wasn't
a yard sale, thrift store, indian pawn shop
that we
didn't stop at, to rummage through the junk
that they had displayed.
And of
course,
in the
summer, up north in arizona
we always
stopped by the indian stores in town.
We were
always lucky enough to come home
with a piece
of jewelry,
a bracelet,
a ring or a pair of earrings.
Whatever we
wanted.
We were so
spoiled in love.
I have a
collection of indian dolls that were bought from these stores.
Ketchy,
little brown plastic dolls.
Dressed in
indian attire.
Leather
dresses, beads and feathers.
According to
the Antique Roadshow,
they really
aren't worth much.
But to me,
they are
everything.
Memories.
And if you
were lucky enough to be a friend or a cousin
that was
along for the ride that day,
My dad
always bought a memory for them too.
The good ole
days in America...
(I know its
not pc to say indian, but as you can see,
I really
don't give a damn...)
Petie
