In the unassuming town of Claymont, Delaware, a treasure hunter’s paradise awaits behind the familiar blue and white sign of Goodwill.
This isn’t just any thrift store – it’s a cavernous wonderland where one person’s castoffs become another’s prized possessions.
Let me tell you something about thrifting that the glossy retail stores don’t want you to know: the joy of the hunt is infinitely more satisfying than any pristine, straight-from-the-factory purchase.
There’s a certain magic that happens when you push through those Goodwill doors in Claymont – a tingling sensation that whispers, “Today might be the day you find that vintage leather jacket that makes you look like you front a rock band instead of working in accounting.”…