Thrift stores like yard sales remain a curiosity to me, that one man’s trash is another man’s treasures thing.
Seems as though anything a person will venture to display someone will come along and purchase it.
My focus if I go to one is tools or camera gear, limited I know, but nonetheless has stood me in good stead at times.
Now before the hackles raise allow me to qualify what will follow – women seem to find more “treasures” at such venues than men do, maybe that’s because they have their fingers on the pulse of the household to a greater degree than men do, or are more imaginative.
Either way though I am amazed at times by what captures their attention, and the reverse can probably be said as well.
Case in point the above crystal ball – no Roma live here or anywhere in the vicinity that I am aware of, nor are there any soothsayers or new agers in the house, and for sure it’s not one of those laughable crystal skulls, yet here we are the proud owners of a genuine crystal ball, and no telling what stories it could tell if only we were able to read it.
I doctored the photo a little befitting it’s mystical reputation, a little blur, a little background, but mysticism aside it’s kind of enjoyable to watch light dance across it or the prismatic effect that can be achieved.
Little ones are as much in awe as they are of a kaleidoscope or magnifying glass, and binoculars blow them away.
Theirs is the unfettered imagination of youth, something that seems to noticeably wane as we become adults, especially I think among men.
Maybe that’s the reason women appear to have a more active imagination, to compensate for our lesser degree striking a balance that might not otherwise exist.
I won’t hesitate to get on the floor and play with little ones, and find myself getting caught up in the game, they stir the imagination as no other can, and that’s a good thing.
Imagination is essential to the human condition, an ability that can lead to solutions, innovation, a momentary respite, or just plain old fun.