My mom Sidonie is a huge fan of thrift stores and garage sales. She is also very good at driving in back alleys and finding junked furniture she will scrape, paint and pretend it came from her grand parents. She gave me the passion for thrifting in Miami. I love the routine: we walk separately the rows, eagle eyes working, pushing our own cart in the always super icy stores among Haitian mamas yanking their toddlers around, then meet after an hour or so in line to the cash registers for a show and tell moment of editing where half the selection is usually left behind.
We once drove from Palm Beach to Miami, stopping at every single thrift store along these 70 miles.