My sisters and I were raised by a goddess of garage sales.
Actually, no. "Indiana Jones" is a more apt comparison; her eye for treasure made the garage-saling of our childhood a Midwestern adventure. I think she imparted some of her passion to us, as we've all been avid thrift store patrons since we hit the teens.
This weekend, my ornery and amazing sister kaylyn came to stay with two very sweet college friends. Of course, we visited the BROOKLYN FLEA.