I popped into my local charity shop last week, Help the Rural Child (read more here), and came away with a tunic top, a silk animal print blouse and a pair of almost-new black bootlegs, for less than R100. (I think that’s about 8 US dollars? !!!!)
It’s always nice to add a couple of useful things to one’s wardrobe, but I wondered why I was more pleased with my finds than when I get something at Woollies or the Big Blue. I can afford to buy brand new clothes, after all. But then I realised – a large part of the pleasure is that you don’t know if you’ll find something or not at a charity shop. There’s no guarantee you’ll find anything at all, and at the same time there’s the chance that you’ll find ten things that scream your name in your size.
I’ve worn the red and blue tunic about four times already, so I’m definitely getting my money’s worth. That’s my idea of a cheap thrill.
I wasn’t exactly nimble this morning when I got up, but at least I didn’t have to grunt and stagger like I have the last couple of days. Clearly I’ve got off quite lightly with this slipped disc thng, and I think I’ll be ready to drive again by tomorrow. Just one more day of compulsory rest…. haha
I did manage to get a couple of things done while laid up: made a colourful doily, made some flowers for brooches, experimented with edging a baby blanket, ordered a Sharp crochet hook online, started Cindy’s babydoll top, made lots of lists, read lots of Hiaasen, allowed myself to be driven (in a reclining position) to friends for a braai yesterday, and made a resolution to finish what I start. Probably my biggest failing. Or one of them. Definitely up there with making impulsive purchases and not vacuuming regularly.
Thank you for all your kind thoughts and sending happy back-recovery messages my way.