A few weeks ago, I joined my husband on his annual pilgrimage to Mexico. For over a decade, he has gone with friends to an impoverished area near Tijuana to build houses, and after hearing about “Club Baja” for the past two years, I was excited to go along myself and become an official member of the club.
I will share more about our actual time in Mexico in a future post, but for today, it’s another “Scenes from a Thrift Store” post. You see, when we arrived in San Diego the day before heading to Mexico, my husband mentioned that it would get quite cold at night in Mexico, and he hoped I had packed a jacked.
I had not.
That’s the great thing about being a fan of thrifting: forgetting something on a trip like this is absolutely no problem. In fact, its a blessing—I had an excuse to visit a thrift store in San Diego! A quick Google search led us to the Goodwill store at 3663 Rosecrans Street, and I had about twenty minutes to find a jacket that would work in Mexico.
My first observation about this shop was that it was well organized. I really appreciate this in a thrift store. Note the colorful racks of items, arranged by color. Nice:
My second observation was that there were not many choices when it came jackets. In Seattle, you can always find a plethora of options when it comes to outerwear, but in San Diego, this was not so. Still, I was entertained by a few of the choices I had:
I really liked the second denim jacket pictured above, but it bore a faint odor of cat urine, so I did not even try it on. I also dug the army green wool coat, but it was made in Seattle (of all places), so I passed on that one—seemed a bit redundant to be visiting San Diego and buy something from the place I live.
Ultimately, I went with the plaid option with the lamb-like lining and hood (which my husband said reminded him of the ’90’s). It was comfy, cozy, and it felt-slash-smelled clean. (I usually wash anything I get from a thrift store before wearing it, but that wasn’t an option in this case so I had to trust my instincts–and my nose). Some of you are grossed out right about now, but I’m betting that the rest of you are relieved to know you’re not the only one who has worn something from a thrift store without washing it first. Admit it!
It turned out to be a really good thing I brought a jacket to Mexico. My husband was right—it got really cold at night! As soon as we got home, I threw my “new” jacket in the wash and it is now my favorite jacket. Here I am wearing it when I went to have coffee with my friend Cathy, who was visiting Seattle from the east coast:
And lest you should feel cheated because I’m only showing photos of jackets, I did find a few other quirky and fun items that I would have been tempted to buy, if only we weren’t flying back with only small carry-ons (and if only we weren’t heading home to pack up our house and move. While an ersatz Snuggie or cherub-covered vessel of some sort always comes in handy, we have been trying to pare down on useless junk lately):
So there you go! Scenes from a Thrift Store in San Diego, California. If you have taken pictures in your own thrift store journeys, I’d love to see them! Email them to me—they might appear on a future reader-sourced “Scenes from a Thrift Store” post!