Thursday, 27 November 2008
The Opshop Booty, Haul, Stash, Whatever.
After I wrote the last article, I thought I'd better, ahem, practice what I preach, and go opshopping.
Life's hard, isn't it?
I was visiting my parents at the time, out in the-middle-of-nowhere Australia. Well, not quite. But it certainly is isolated country. And that makes for great opshopping. Opshops, charity shops, thrift stores - whatever you want to call them - in the cities are picked clean at any given time, by thrifty hawk-eyed hipsters who scour the racks at the crack of dawn for crazy 80's knitwear and acid-wash jumpsuits. Opshops in small towns, in Australia at least, are still comparatively full of donated treasures.
While the opshops I went to this time around didn't yield anything staggeringly good, I did find a few babydoll nightgowns, a set of red kitchen scales, some crocheted clothes hangers (my friend Chel calls them "nanna hangers". She's a textile artist, so I'm assuming that's a technical term.) And some fantastic scarves. Some of what I found will make its way into my Christmas gifts, but some just won't make it past my wardrobe.