The thing about living in a sparsely populated county full of hard-working folks is that every church in the county runs a thrift store but many more people want to get rid of stuff than want to buy stuff.
And a lot of folks want to get rid of big, battered, broken, torn, stained stuff; stuff that should go to the dump. But it costs to use the dump. And folks here don’t have extra income or time.
Over a year ago the local Salvation Army drop off center closed up shop. It wasn’t a store, just a place to take stuff. But they wouldn’t take big, battered, broken, torn, stained, stuff that should be taken to the dump. (But it costs to use the dump.) So folks would quietly dump that broken, stained stuff in the dead of night by the closed gates of the Salvation Army drop off center.
The Salvation Army got tired of losing money paying the fees to trash it all. So they closed up the drop off center and that was the end of the only donation center with out-of-county connections to sell the stuff.
Within a week of the Salvation Army drop off center closing, every thrift shop in the county was overflowing but with no new customers. They wouldn’t take another stick or stitch.
Anyway. To cap off clearing the Giant Bookshelf, my husband and I also cleared closets of all that stuff we didn’t like or didn’t need anymore. Two, thirty-gallon trash bags full of professional quality clothing from two young folks’ long-ago careers. I tried twice to give it to the biggest of the area thrift shops. But even now, a year after the Salvation Army closed, they simply wouldn’t take my contributions.
What to do….
Twice a week I work over on the big city side of the valley. Yup. I found a sweet big thrift store that draws clientele from three urban centers. Our two bags of stuff disappeared…