Just as I promised ... a lil bit of my latest opshopping booty!
I got this puff-sleeved, pearl-studded cardigan for $5.00, this beautiful 60s or 70's wool jacket that makes me feel like Maria Schneider in Last Tango in Paris for $15.00, and this fitted brown riding jacket, which needs re-hemming, for $4.00. I got another black wool riding jacket, which fits me perfectly and is lined in red silk, but it didn't photograph properly.
The other, black, riding jacket had a little tag on it that said "$80.00" - since it was a beautifully tailored jacket and in perfect condition (and I've been living in Canberra too damn long) I assumed this was the price the ladies had put on it. I went up to them, and just barely choked out the words, "Is this really eighty dollars?" I was expecting a lecture on how it was worth the price, like I do in Canberra ... instead I got a shocked look and a "No! No ... let's see, it's a ladies jacket, ladies jackets are ... hmm ... four dollars."
I bought it.
I also scored a pair of deadstock 1970's men's sporting shorts that look like pin-up shorts on my figure. Too bad it's getting so much colder now.
While I was traveling about on the weekend, after I left the glorious opshopping mecca that is my hometown, I picked up a multicoloured silk scarf, and three different-coloured cactuses, named Alpha, Beta and Epsilon, respectively. My mad scientist mother suggested the names. I love buying something small wherever I go - I love my memories of a place to be crystallised in a tiny thing that I can carry with me and wear on my body (I am, of course, not talking about the cactuses. Ouch.)