I love used things. I get absolutely thrilled over receiving a bag of hand-me-down clothes. They are already worn in and fit the way they will fit forever. I like used furniture with it's unique wear and tear. Each bump and scrape tells a story. Even a used vehicle has an appeal to me. You don't need to worry about keeping it immaculate and fretting about grocery cart collisions.
Today we picked up a used dresser. It was actually in fine shape - just a few marks. We paid a fraction of the price we would have for a new one and it's perfectly usable. We got to meet a man who was hobbling from a most unfortunate surgery (which we heard about in complete and intricate detail) and we visited an apartment building we have never been in before (and hope to never visit again!). It's really quite an experience going to buy furniture from someone you've never met before. We just took part of his history and moved it into our house. I think, in a weird kind of way, that's kind of grandiose. A.
