Jasmine Zanetti

When I was a kid, from the age of four to maybe 15, my grandmother used to let me tag along with her to the local thrift shop every Saturday morning after our routine stop at the donut shop for breakfast. As a child, I looked forward to my weekend stays at my grandparents’ house, and mainly because of Saturdays. Saturdays meant indulgence. They meant chocolate milk and my fill of donuts as I sat on a phone-book at a counter way too tall for me in our local coffee shop. I was surrounded by all sorts of older people that held the same type of endearing and familiar draw on my young heart that my Granny did. I remember learning a […]