Ultimately, I'm a selfish thrifter. When I walk into a thrift store, I'm on the prowl for things either I or my family (but mostly me) love, want, or need. That's not to say that that I never think of others when I'm thrifting though. Right now I have a box of about a dozen baby things, all from Goodwill, waiting to go to my friend Dawn who just had her first baby a few weeks ago. And just yesterday I gave another friend, Dana, two vintage dresses and a little Zutano swing top for her youngest daughter, Sarah. (Seriously, how could I not lavish a wee Sara + h with fabulous thrifted gifts?) When it comes to thrift, I think of myself first. After that, I think of others.
So it was a few weeks ago when I went on my regularly scheduled trip to Goodwill with my friend, Abby. Our trolling began as it nearly always does, in the children's clothing. From there, I moved onto the Pyrex aisle (I have a weakness for vintage Pyrex, Corningware, etc.) where I found this.

My heart fluttered a little when I saw it and I quickly picked it up before anyone else could. Not that there was another soul nearby. There wasn't, but you know how it is... Happy, I moved onto glassware and toys.
I returned to the Pyrex aisle five or ten minutes later though because there are always employees putting new things on the shelf. I rarely venture into the fray of digging through the bins and carts of "new" merchandise parked at the end of the aisles (too many elbows) but I do make repeated trips around the store to make up for it. As I rounded the corner for a second pass at the Pyrex, I saw Abby walking toward me with this.
I saw this lovely thing in my friend's hands and rather than being happy for her about her amazing find, I immediately started stamping my foot (no lie) and loudly whining, "No, no, no!" Abby stopped in her tracts and stared at me with a look of utter disbelief. I continued my whining regardless. She then handed the dish to me and quietly said, "I picked this up for you [you freak of nature]." She didn't actually say that last part but I could feel her thinking it and really, can you blame her? I sheepishly but happily took the dish from her.
How ironic is it then that the name of this Pyrex pattern is "Friendship"? Oh, the shame...

vintage Pyrex covered casserole dishes