if you are sitting comfortably then i shall begin...
once upon a time in a far off land lived Tif, a young slip of a girl and her 'used dog'. Tif was an 'addict' and once a week she would head into town to get her 'fix'.
'used dog' would wait patiently behind at the shed, never knowing what sort of mood Tif would return in... had she got her 'fix of thrifty finds' or would she come home empty handed and 'down'.
on one such day, Tif was in her local thrift store noting that instead of being super quiet as she had hoped it would be in the school vacation. it was in fact 'heaving' to the point of bursting at the seams with people looking for 'something'.
this did not bode well in Tif's scavenging mind... and just as she predicted, the 'pickings' were slim and her 'fix' was looking more and more doubtful.
then she spied 'it', not a 'oh my, where have you been all my life' it.
but a 'ummm, perhaps i am beginning to lose my way in the thrifty world' kind of it.
and so as nothing else was leaping at her, (not even colin or johnny sadly) Tif decided to take a gamble and purchase the 'it' thing in question. after all she was looking for goodies to decorate her overhang out back.
on returning to the shed, Tif put her 'questionable find' in the back yard to survey.
'used dog' sniffed the 'it'
then she sniffed again
soon after she had to go and have a lie down as the whole 'it' thing made her feel quite faint.
whilst 'used dog' rested, Tif set about trying to create what she had envisioned at the thrift store, with the help of some pink paint and Miss Ethel.
("oh Tif can we just interrupt you there?",
"why yes of course dear readers, what is it?"
"well, you said pink paint, isn't that a little 'bright' for you and your color phobia issues?"
"good question... i must confess i have conquered my 'brightness' fears of late and gone to quite the extreme, unleashing 'bright pink' on several items in our outside area, i think you would be most proud of me... ")
now back to this gripping tale of 'addiction', 'thifting' and 'transforming'...
and so after a happy hour or two, a small swan appeared from within the ugly duckling...
not a 'radiantly fabulous swan' but a swan never the less
after her lie down 'used dog' felt much better.
on taking a good look at what Tif had done with the 'ugliest' stool in the thrift store she gave it two 'paws' up...
giving Tif the confidence to carry on bravely rescuing 'dubious' looking things no longer loved and bringing them back to the shed to enjoy a life with their new 'coats of many colors'...
the end
she is off to get those pesky gray hairs fixed yet again ~ Tif