I woke up Saturday morning to a text from Brett. He’d found a Goodwill bins store in North Charleston and knew immediately that I needed to see it.
Now, I love Goodwill. I have loved Goodwill for a long time. And somehow, in all my years of loving Goodwill, nobody had told me there was a place where you could walk into a room full of bins and just dig. Clothes, housewares, who knows what else. Nothing on hangers. Just you and whatever somebody else decided they were done with.
So, obviously, we went.
Brett and I were poking around on opposite sides of the store when I saw employees start rolling bins toward the back. Somebody said fresh ones were coming out. And all of a sudden, people started circling. I caught Brett’s eye from across the store and waved him over because whatever was about to happen, I needed him to see it, too.
They rolled the new bins out under white sheets. That was the part that got me. A whole room of people standing around waiting for somebody to pull a sheet off a bin of secondhand stuff like we were about to find out who’d won a car.
The sheets came off, and everybody dove in.
Piranhas.
I have never been to a Black Friday opening, but I feel like I understand the footage now.
Am I a bins girl? Jury’s still out.
But there was a regular Goodwill right next door, and oh my gosh, we hit the jackpot. Brett found a cute striped shirt, and I found a jacket I really like and a Quince dress.
Then we went to Walmart by Tanger to pick up the Dolly Parton ornament he’d ordered.
I love Dolly. I also love how much Brett loves Dolly. Those are two separate joys, and I got both of them on a Walmart run.
I kept thinking about that text. There’s something so sweet about somebody coming across a warehouse full of secondhand things and immediately thinking of you.
Of all the things Brett could’ve sent me on a Saturday morning, he found the one that got me out to North Charleston, a place I rarely venture because half the time I have no idea where I’m going. And there I was, waving him over like we had front-row seats to something.
Later, I talked to Hudson, who told me he’d come in around third in his race and finished in about nineteen minutes. Nineteen minutes!
I was so proud of him. I’m still smiling thinking about it.
And now I’m hoping Chris comes to the market with us on Sunday because I’d love to spend more time with him.
Apparently, one good Saturday is enough to get me looking forward to Sunday before I’ve even hung up my new jacket.
Beautiful day for a beautiful day.
