The husband and I have just returned from a weeklong road trip to Melbourne. It was nice to get out of Sydney and see other parts of the country. And while this was purely a vacation for both of us, it definitely turned into a thrifting adventure!
You see, almost every little country town along the way had it’s own op shop! And of course it was compulsory that we stopped off at each one to scour it for treasures. My husband doesn’t mind too much which is fortunate. He enjoys looking at the books and CD’s. In fact, he had more luck than I did during our 1,000-kilometer thrifting adventure.
We were flying back to Sydney, so didn’t have a lot of room to buy extra items. But we did come away with several books, including a lovely historical pictorial book on the lower North Shore of Sydney. This is the area that we live in, but funnily enough, we found the book several hundred kilometers away from where we were, in a small beachside town. How it got there, I don’t know.
From the moment I began turning the pages, I was hooked. I never realised that the area that we live in was so historical. It details the history of neighbourhoods and buildings that are still standing and date back to the mid to late 1800’s when Sydney was a fledgling town. For instance, I found out that the park down the road from us where I enjoy going for walks, was once the local sewage treatment plant! The original concrete cylinders and canals still stand today! It’s a lovely park, right on the harbour and it’s so odd to imagine that just over 100 years ago, it was the sight of a festering pool of sewage, being pumped into the ocean!

This image I found particularly enthralling:

This is the road that I walk to work every day. It blows my mind when I see this picture of a tram bumping down the dirt road. I love imagining that I’m walking in the same places that women dressed in long skirts, and bonnets used to tread. I’ll certainly conjure up this image in my mind when I walk to work tomorrow!
Which brings me to the main point of this entry. This is what I love about thrifting. Every item has a back story to it. Each picture, ornament, and piece of furniture was once owned by someone else. And for some reason, they gave it up. There are always so many questions that go unanswered about thrifted items. Who owned this vase? How did they get it? Was it a wedding present? A white elephant that couldn’t be re-gifted? What about that book? Did someone buy it to read on the plane on the way to an exotic destination? Even an unassuming pair of shoes tells a story. How many parties did they attend? And why were they given away?
I know I will probably never know the history behind the items that I buy, but it certainly is fun making up my own!
Tags: Australia, finds, Sydney