By:Shanice Dimple Buno

There is a woman who has a dream to be a fashion designer, she is chasing her dream and pursuing her studies in the course of Fine Arts. She is working until evening and studing in morning.

She has cosmetics line and also a thrifting store that provides her needs. This woman has a great fighting spirit and grateful heart. Even though many people criticize her business.
She said that “I will not keep quiet when I see waste. You waste and brag and gloat and criticize? Don’t do it in my presence; I will empty a room faster than a skunk.
It doesn’t make for easy relationships—the way I live. Shopping in malls and department stores gives me the screaming willies. In the beginning I accepted that I also had to allow the giver the gift of giving. That’s fine with me…once. If the giver will not hear my distress or accept my reasoning at receiving what I do not want or need, then the giver needs to be explicitly informed. Probably the harshest thing I have ever done after thanking someone for the so-many-eth gift after the so-many-eth chiding, was to in their presence put it straight into a bag and take it directly to a thrift store. They got the message.
I enjoy thrift stores; I like the people I meet there—those giving and those receiving. They have become a special breed, these the ordinary people, and I appreciate them all. I like the whole idea of thrift stores probably because my life is a thrift store. I take other people’s throw-aways—their discards, their beings: children, clothes, animals, people, furniture, anything; and I try to fix them, put them back together so they can be part of life again—their own, mine or someone else’s. I may not always be acceptably suitable or the height of fashion, but I am content. Rather than doing to make, I make do. I will always have everything I could ever possibly need, because others throw things away.