**Cash only**
I love my mother, but I fear that years from now I will see her on an episode of "Hoarders." The woman has never met a discarded-sidewalk-bookcase that she didn't love and make my dad turn the station wagon around to pick up.
She does, however, have impeccable taste and a nose for a good bargain. During my last visit home, she woke me up early one morning and said, "Wake up, we're going thrifting. Wear close-toed shoes."
We followed her nose to The Accentique, a tucked-away storefront located in a low-ceilinged labyrinth basement in Bridgeville. This little shop was packed with affordably priced furniture from all walks of life and history. There were two GORGEOUS 60's orange velvet armchairs that I had to physically restrain Mother from buying for me. ("But you'll never find anything like this again! I'll store them for you until you get a bigger apartment!") Mom, I live in New York City on a freelancers budget, I'm NEVER going to have a bigger apartment.
We left with a small white nightstand in great condition for $19, and a set of cowboy boot salt-n-pepper shakers for $4. The employees were friendly and helpful but generally let us browse in peace.
I already regret not buying those orange armchairs. Mother knows best.