You lose some, you win some. I love going to thriftstores and love finding things in the street. I live in a very wealthy society and I can easily wear, read, sit on, drink from second-hand stuff. Im drinking coffee from beautiful brown cups found my mum. I found a cool bowl next to a garbage-bin, im reading books that I bought in the thriftstore. (found myself 2 Salman Rushdies and a Barbara Kingsolver, and a Nicole Krause book>>> lucky bastard that Im)
But I also lost a very nice cardigan that fell of my laundry line. I can only hope some else is as happy with the vest as I was.