I simply cannot walk past a charity shop, the urge to have the quickest of peeks is nothing short of a compulsion. I don’t source from chazzas as much as I used to but y’know the thrill of the thrift is born from the ethos that you can go in a charity shop 20 times and find nothing and then on the 21st you’ll find that perfect piece of vintage goodness. Today was one of those days; I found the very lampshade we’ve been looking for for our front room, a fine quartet of Homepride Fred collectibles and a very retro pair of Oxo mugs. Drinking my coffee black for the day will be totally worth it.
I was in Paris last weekend on a romantic break with my boyfriend celebrating our second anniversary and seeing as I spend my life seeking out vintage I thought it might be nice to take a break from that too. … Continue reading
As my coach crept back into London town at 7am on Sunday morning I felt like I was doing a massive morning after ‘walk of shame’ in the same clothes as the night before and without sleeping for around 36 … Continue reading
I would say my bags are packed and I’m ready to go but the reality of my thrifting trip this weekend is the only case I’m taking is completely empty save for a roll of bubble wrap! Yup, at 9.30pm … Continue reading