I'm in love with Charity Shop hunting, it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention (in the pleasantly stimulated kind of way.)
The thrifty goodness of second hand garbs thrills me and fulfils me and with the current economic downturn now in full swing, if you can look better for less, hell, don't knock it!
Our local town centre boasts a whopping 12 charity shops which span over a length of less than a mile, thats some seriously densely packed bargains, the prospect of all the treasures awaiting is enough to make my plastic bag of pennies twitch.
Hopefully if I can work out this newfangled computing business I'll post a few of the prize pieces I've managed to snare over the past couple of weeks to get you in the bartering mood.
Leave your inhibitions at the door, roll up your sleeves and prepare to sift through and sniff out the unexpected. Ditch all of your specifications, this kind of a job must be done with an open mind and a passion for experimentation and when your friends ask where you managed to get your unique apparell, you can truthfully tell them that the store had only stocked the one piece and you were lucky enough to get in there first (not neccessarily mentioning how you helped the aged or aided cancer research with your purchase. Smile smugly inside.)
One thing I've discovered through my charity shop hopping :
classy area = better branded goodies (but) = way more painful price!
Never forget, if there's a scratch here or a mark there, smile sweetly at the little lady knitting behind the counter and when she peers at you over her bifocals, ask her to REDUCE THE PRICE! Charity shops get everything for free, so technically they're not losing anything.
Above statement has just secured a down payment on my penthouse in hell. FACT.
On a side note: I read a little chuckler in the Sunday Times about Chav-Free holidays entitled "Wayne, Wayne go away" apparently the middle class should start standing up for themselves and by going with this particular tour operator they won't be surrounded by the Waynes, Chardonnays or Chantelles of everyday society (according to an unspecified study children with these names do worse in school than the Duncans and Carolines of the world.) Genius.
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