I haven't written anything in a while. Mostly because I've been keeping myself busy, quite productively I must say.
I started a whatsapp group more than a year ago, where I sell items I find at thrift stores. I hit an emotional bump in the beginning of the year and stopped the group for a few months. After some self reflection, I started the group again, and it's been keeping me occupied. And thus away from sinking into depression again. Depression as a result of PTSD from special needs parenting. But I have posted about this before, and this post is about positivity and hope. So I won't be going into depressing subjects today.
My whatsapp group's name is Interestingfinds. And that's exactly what I sell on the group. Treasures I find in thriftstores and similar stores. I also have a bidorbuy account where I sell similar items.
But the whatsapp group has been really therapeutic. I get to interact with other people (electronically) and I have made quite a few friends this way. Interesting and diverse friends who all have something in common. They all like the items I find...
I have thought about why I Love thrifting so much, and I have come up with a few reasons.
I love the hunt. It's like I get to go on a treasure hunt every time I go searching for stock.
I love researching the items I find. To imagine the time it comes from. I have found a number of VERY old items along the way.
Some of the most interesting are old coins. ZAR coins - from 1896 - I had a silver tickey, sixpence and 2 and a half shilling at one point.
Another very interesting (and lucrative) find was a box full of old GI Joe's (and accessories) - from the 1960's. These were original Vintage GI Joe's and we made about 500% profit on this lot. I say "we" because Alta and I share this passion for old stuff, and we started the group together. She is however working full time as a physiotherapist now and I am running the group and Bob on my own.
We have had to make a lot of sacrifices on this special needs journey, and we make them out of love.
One of the sacrifices is "nice" things. We do not have any pictures on the walls (we had photos in frames, but with every one Jacques broke, I didn't bother to replace it) and thus, now, we have bare walls.
There are no cupboards or side boards with little ornaments, those we had to give up a long time ago.
The piano bench is empty, all the sheet music is locked away in a cupboard.
Our living room has 3 couches, 1 piano and a specially built, bolted to the wall, wooden TV case with perspex-like glass to protect the TV. That is it. There is no decor, no portraits, nothing.
You do not get a sense of family when you enter our House, but that's okay. We have accepted this, and it doesn't reflect our home at all. Our home is the people inside the house. The people who have sacrificed so much for one person, and who will continue to sacrifice whatever we need to.
We have adapted the house in such a way that we can keep Jacques from the back part of the house.
You could say this part is our sanctum, Johan's office and Ruben's room is in this part. My "interestingfinds" are also kept in this part of the house.
Jacques is not allowed in this part of the house without supervision.
This may sound harsh, but it works for us. And the fact that we can leave him alone in the front part (at least for a little while), really helps a lot!
Now, to get back to the reasons I Love Thrifting, I get to hold and admire items for a while. Items I can not keep because of the reasons already mentioned.
Beautiful, rare and old items, with rich histories behind them.
The money I make from the items have helped, especially during lockdown. But the therapeutic effects have definitely made the biggest difference.
I am grateful to have found a hobby I really love, and been able to make some money from it as well.
This post first appeared on Our Journey So Far With Our Son With Complex Medical Needs, please read the originial post: here