I am a regular visitor of charity shops.. Not just for all the brilliant things I have found over the years- The old silk Prada shirt with a tennis ball print, the 70s Celine top with bell sleeves, the lovely art books, Snoopy biscuit jar, Scandinavian folk art plates as well as the excellent toys and books- Playmobil pirate ship, rare out of print children’s books.. These have all bought joy and we still treasure them today. We also ‘rescue’ things that we think no one will buy- wonky pet portraits, appalling but appealing figurines and souvenirs most of the ‘bad art’ has its own wall and the trinkets have a display cabinet that my daughter and I spend a lot of time reminiscing on the situation surrounding how we found it to each other. I like that the objects we see in the shops are often an insight into people.. The carefully painted Alsatian portrait, the whole collection of Dutch souvenirs, the knitted dog jackets are all hints and at what was in someones life. They are also really good places to overhear conversations and some of my best nuggets have been overheard in charity shops.. “what are you going to call it then?” “something beginning with B, I like that letter best”.
Amongst the charity shops we visit is a jewellers that specialises in watches, its run by an elderly father and son and has never been updated. It is still the place to go in the neighbourhood if you need a watch battery, I’m not sure they sell much though as its prices exceed Argos but it is excellent to visit.