One the way to our thrifter's dream store, I made a wrong turn that would eventuate into the best wrong turn I've ever made. To sum up what we found in a few words: I would have to say it's a thrifter's wet dream.
There was more vintage than you could poke a stick at and soon enough we were sprinting circles around the newly-discovered warehouse with piles of the cheapest authentic vintage pieces I've ever seen. My partner in crime (who writes for my FSU blog) cameaway with the most drool-worthy studded and fringed vintage leather vest with all original buttons and badges. I nearly fell over in the hat section and for those of you who are familiar with my obsession with boater hats, had to decide between one that is identical to two I already own, and one with flowers and a faded old ribbon. The former was so crisp and uniformed yet the latter had so much character and charm. I had to have it.
We never made it to the megastore, but along the way we found one of our own.