I was raised on a thrifty mentality. One aspect I associate with the Midwest is great thrift stores and garage sailing. Maybe it's because it was so much apart of my childhood. My mother would pull an atlas out on Friday nights and map out our route for the early morning sales. "It's like a treasure hunt," she would tell us. You didn't get too much spending money but nevermind that, you didn't need much. Beginning in my early teens, any clothing I bought came from a thrift store or was passed down through older family members. What appeal did new clothing have on the rack when a dozen carbon copies lined up behind each piece? How did that compare to the fun of a treasure hunt? Over the years my "style" of thrifting has evolved in many ways. And while I no longer rely on it for my source of everything, it still presides over other ways of shopping. It was instilled in me as an adventure and still feels so today.
With this in mind my mother and I set out early morning Saturday because if a country town of a few hundred people decide to all put on yard sales, I'd recommend stopping by. You'll get the best finds, the best conversation, and the best deals around.