I go through this strange progression of feelings when I am going to go thrift store shopping. I am very very excited as soon as I know I am going to be able to go thrift store shopping, but the night/day of, I get this strange nervous feeling. It goes away once I begin spending money, but I don't think I ever get that feeling for anything else.
I knew I would be able to go thrift shopping when I visited my sister, so I tried to pack accordingly, trying to leave as much room as possible for any purchases. Did I ever need that room!
I guzzled down a blackberry Italian creme soda between shops. So good!