My apartment is currently overflowing with ceramic cats and vintage denim, and I have absolutely no regrets. There is a primal level of satisfaction that comes with finding a high-end designer piece buried under a pile of moth-eaten sweaters for the price of a latte.
Recently, I’ve been on a mission to map out the best pint-sized thrift spots hidden throughout Arizona.
These places aren’t glamorous, most are held together by duct tape and sheer willpower, but that’s exactly why they’re perfect. You aren’t going to find these spots on a tourist map, which means all the good loot is actually still there for us to claim…