DI Rediscovered

Brian and I used to go to DI (Utah version of Salvation Army) to look for house stuff when we were first married and quite poor. Then Eli came and I wouldn't even shop at Wal-mart because it felt so dirty. We switched to shopping the pristine, empty aisles of Target while Eli was tiny since it was Winter and germy. (If I sound crazy, I've talked to other moms who did the same thing). Eli must be old hat. Now, after a 2 year hiatus, I found the Sandy DI a few weeks ago and we go all the time. Eli loves the toy section and I scope out the glassware for kitchen storage containers. (I'm already preparing for a dream kitchen with a few open shelves instead of upper cabinets like the white kitchen blow.)

If the boy gives me enough time I scour through the books to find quality cookbooks for a dollar or two. Its like an ongoing yard sale that you don't have to drive all over town or wake up early for. My love of yard sales, I'm definitely my mother's daughter. Whenever I feel self-conscious for being a cheapskate rummaging through junk I think about it from a different perspective: I'm just being eco-conscious. Then I can hold my head high.