I almost committed a cardinal sin in the lore of chazzing* yesterday, I very nearly avoided visiting a charity shop because there's never normally anything decent in there.
The offerings in the rest of the town were so dire that, in sheer desperation, I gave it a go and, lo and behold, this wondrous gold, spray-painted jacket (cut down from a 1960s green leather coat) was waiting.
Not everyone's cup of tea but most definitely mine! I handed over my money and walked back happy, my January charity shop fix sorted.
To add to my joy I got home to discover a parcel from the Vintage Queen of New Zealand herself, Helga Von Trollop. This paisley maxi skirt was amongst the delights,
along with these fabularse orange suede platforms. I'll show you the rest soon!
|Filigree silver bangle and dragon ring (my beloved Krista), Filigree ring (gorgeous Em), Natural wood bangles (the divine Senora Allnut) and the rest inherited/bought in India or second-hand.|
The moral of this tale? Never write off a charity shop no matter how useless, you just never know when you may strike gold - but you knew that anyway, didn't you?
|Green leather jacket (£5, Rastafarian homeless charity), Satin maxi and platform shoes (Helga the great), Vintage Gladstone & tooled leather belt (20p each, Salvation Army jumble sale), Hindu print tee (last seen HERE), Earrings (£1, Walsall market)|
It's blowing up a storm out there, time to batten down the hatches and have egg and chips for tea.
See you soon!
* Vix's Black Country slang for going charity shopping.