I have tried to pin point...
I think it started in 4th or 5th grade, my older cousins would bring clothes to trade and give away- I was a minimum of 4 years younger, so things were super big and I didn't get much.
When I was 7th grade we moved to a house in a new town. The owners had 10 kids. One day I stumbled across 20+ trash bags in the garage of clothing and shoes.
I immediately got permission to rifle through them. It was so fun playing dress up and finding treasures. I had a light blue polyester outfit, with bell bottoms to boot, that was my favorite to just wear around the house. I had a bedroom with 3 closets, so I made one of them my "dress up," closet, with all the items.
It was the same year my parents went bankrupt, went on food stamps and pulled me out of private school.
I was homeschooled and we only got new clothes at the church rummage sale on fill a bag day. But I learned to love old man sweaters and creatively dress the best that I could.
Being thrifty and loving rifling through a trash bag of things maybe isn't appealing to most, but from a young age, I learned to make the most of it, who knew it would lead me to creating a thrift store that would make money for single mothers.
I am grateful for Gods ways.
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