Charity shopping seems to have such a heavy stigma. Unclean clothes, musty odours and perhaps a certain snobbishness for being too cheap. Yet as we Waller ignorantly within the credit crunch and supposed impending recession, is charity still the last call?
Stepping into the store, there is no defining collections.No brightly-lit changing rooms or highly attentive sales advisor.
Yet that is where the fun truly resides.
We received a few strange glances and an accusation that our twenty pound note was fraudulent in the first store. Yet later, Mavis and Gwen were super sweet, albeit a little perplexed when we headed to the cash desk ( A 60s till with a hand written receipt. The personal touch) with a bundle of cloth; part jacket, jumper and 1940s housewife dress. All for a total of £27.50.
No mass collections, just unique pieces.
hmmm, primarni who?
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