Vegas Gypsy

When I tell people I lived in Vegas for seven years, their minds instantly flash to some sort of image created by the people who brought you casinos, rather than an up and coming downtown, an indie music scene, an ever growing arts community, which finally is getting its due with support from Zappos and even a few downtown casinos. Today we found one of the greatest new addition to the downtown arts district: Gypsy Caravan. A full sized stuffed lion (with a disclaimer he died of natural causes), circus signs, dinosaur statues, a fully stocked vintage boot room, and some 60s hanging lights we were dying over. Everywhere I turned, fabulous! The endearing photos were in the entry, and I fell in loooove with these dancing kids.

Thrifting Green River, Utah

I drove the width of Colorado yesterday, and by Utah was jonesing for a good thrift shop. Besides, I was virtually the only person in either of these states without something strapped to my roof. This had to change. I needed... furniture... sporting equipment... something. You're pretty much an outcast in these states without a Toyota SUV or a Subaru Wagon with something on top bragging about your physical prowess. But enough about that: Here's Green River Thrift.



This green clad thrift store is run by a group of local volunteers, and supports the local Boys and Girls Club. There's no tax on your buys, since it is run as a non-profit. In the main room are murals (after the break) created by a local artist and the preacher's daughter, so I'm told.  In the 'bling bling' room, I found some wild cowboy snap shirts, a rainbow clutch, and a belt with some animals resembling the ones I've seen so far on this trip. Bling bling was also full of 80s wedding dresses and some very puffy prom gowns. Outside, there was the most adorable wooden baby crib with deer decals. I need some ideas on what to do with these... they're no longer 'safety approved' for little ones, but there should be something... any ideas?

Junk Jaunting through Kansas

Every year in late September, Kansas's Hwy 36 is blessed with miles and miles and miles of thrifting... from Colorado to Missouri in fact. I made it about 100 miles before all things vintage and kitsch started to blend together into a hazy fog of "car full of junk"...