Somehow I always had $1. As I think back now, I'm pretty sure my grandpa would slip me a bill as we made our escape. He was that kind of grandpa.
My brother and sister would wander off somewhere but I would make a beeline for Woolworth's Dime Store with my $1 burning a hole in my fist. I would wander up and down the aisles looking over all the possibilities. A $1 was a fortune, especially at Woolworth's. And there were so many treasures to pick from. I remember spending glorious hours on those old wooden floors.
Today, after my swim, I went to the Dollar Tree and spent a good 30 minutes reliving my childhood joys. I needed toothpaste but found all manner of wonderful things. I spent just under $30 and had a great time.
To this day, if you offered me $30 at the dollar store or $300 at Nordstrom's, I'd pick the dollar store every time.
So now I'm home still riding my retail high. I have new tiny rubber bands for doll hair and some star buttons and flower buttons and some really fat pipe cleanery things for doll boas.
I need to do laundry. Maybe I'll start with that.