I began thrifting fifteen-odd years ago becuase I couldn’t afford to pay retail for everything I wanted. Now I thrift because I simply prefer it to other forms of shopping.
I thrift because I enjoy the hunt.
I thift because I’m a narrative addict, and a secondhand item often comes with a story (if merely the story of how you acquired it).
I thrift because I prize highly individual style over a houseful of mass-produced goods from big-box stores.
I thrift for some of the same reasons people restore old cars or adopt pets from animal shelters: I want to give an older thing a new life.
I thrift because it helps me be more observant.
I thrift because I always seem to learn something new when bargain hunting.
I thrift because a stop at a garage sale or thrift shop can be a miniature archeological adventure that sometimes takes on a meditative quality. Thrifting gets me out of my head.
I thrift because its a way of imposing order on absolute chaos, and I rarely manage to accomplish that by any other means.
I thrift because I believe junk is beautiful and inspiring.