I figured out who I am likely to be as an old lady today.
I feel at home here in this Episcopal thrift shop, wandering around and, in my current tiny house headset, denying myself, but still finding some possible pants I could let the waist out of.
And a lamp.
I sit down at a table to wait for my daughter, who is still fingering the merchandise and has a stack of clothes on her arm, and begin to write on my phone:
Little Old Lady in the Thrift Shop
What are you so busy with? Someone asks.
Well I’m a writer
Oh yeah …?
Do you know where the vacuum cleaners are? she asks.
This will be my shopping routine, unlike the tony stores I took my own mother to every week for the last decade of her life.
I acknowledge the thrill of browsing, maybe purchasing; the real power of retail therapy, even with only pennies in my pocket, and a need for nothing much.
Mama taught it to me.
Find out more by reading my book: Shopping with Mama: Write ’Til the End, out mid- December 2018. Pre-orders soon. And, if you would, please help me get Mama’s story out to the world, by going to the FB page of the same name, liking and sharing to help me spread the word. It helps! Thanks!