Well, with only a few hours left to live, I feel we should focus on the positives in our lives. If I took a zoomed-out look at this vacation’s agenda, it would look like this:
- Monday: Witness history with Endeavour launch!
- Tuesday: Touristy fun at Universal
- Wednesday: Lazing about in and out of the water
- Thursday: More lazing about (+ Five Guys)
- Friday: Thrifting excursion in St. Cloud!
- Saturday: Yet more lazing about, this time with Chick-Fil-A!
…it’s been a pretty awesome week, really. What’s that? I need to not be so excited by US junk food? Maybe, but I only get to eat it once every two or three years. Why not enjoy it as an occasion?
Now, I’m usually not one to prepare much for vacations. I realize the value in it — by figuring out what there IS to see, you can prioritize and make sure that you get to see what you really want to on optimal days, don’t miss anything, etc. I get it. I am, however, colossally lazy about that kind of thing, until I actually get there. I will happily spend the first day on location wandering about getting to know the place while scribbling away and circling madly in a guidebook, or similar.
Not this time.
With my strict ban on more than 3 days worth of “excursions” (our last visit was entirely too frenetic), I had planned on the theme park, on Kennedy Space Centre (which, you may have noticed, didn’t happen due to the launch madness), and a day of shopping. As I got to googling, however, I also decided to throw in just a little mini-excursion for myself: some thrifting in the area!
Okay, first, I need to explain: thrift store shopping in Canada isn’t… well, I won’t say it’s disappointing necessarily, but it’s not the same as it is in the US. I mean, it does depend largely — as it does everywhere — on the store itself. However up here, our thrift stores are much fewer and far between than they are in the US, and they are generally smaller and more expensive. (Also, and a pet peeve of mine, they almost never have fabric.) In all, thrifting has far less of a treasure hunt feel up north.
I did some research. I read reviews (most of which said to steer clear of Orlando proper). I plotted possible stores on a map, calculated store opening hours, drew up a route, whittled my store list down to 5 (you have no idea how painful that was), printed everything out and stuffed it into my travel notebook. Then I forgot about it for a month until we got here. (See? Prepared!)
So, Friday dawned and we headed out, ready for a quick jaunt into St. Cloud and… and when we arrived at my first shop (3 Saints Thrift shop), I knew instantly that not only was this an excellent idea, but that it would be something I do every time we visit the area from now on.
I completely regret not taking more pictures; St. Cloud is such a pretty place! We dawdled all over New York Ave., stopping in for scones at the tea room, and generally ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the various boutiques. So cute!
Although I could easily have continued my thrifting adventures, I took pity on my party after the first three stores. Luckily, in that time I’d managed to find some fabric (!) for to make dresses, some kitty-shaped napkin rings (I’m on a napkin ring kick) and some belts. W00t!
To top it all off, our last dinner (well, assuming the world is still around after 6pm tonight) will have come from Whole Foods — following my first-ever venture into one. It’s… well, it’s a lot like Farm Boy, actually, just bigger, and with a much better selection of booze. Sadly, they didn’t have the ancho chili powder I was hoping to find, but I did pick up (belatedly) something as a little souvenir for myself:
Here’s to future (post-apocalyptic) gumbos!