Monday, September 24, 2012

I just can't damn well resist

I love charity shops.  You never know what you will find, if anything.  So, after adding to government statistics at lunch time, I stopped off at a post office and popped next door to what my kids call 'The Funny Shop'.

Now, the last time I was in there I asked to see the knitting needles, only to be told that they’d thrown them all away as no one but me asks to see that particular drawer (hidden away in their beautiful haberdasher’s cabinet).  I persisted though as I could see the drawer, then suggested that she let me have everything in there for £5 as there were at least a few things I wanted (I couldn't bear the thought of them going to landfill). DH and I spent an hour matching up needles and sizing everything using the vintage gauge that was in with everything

Today, I could see that the drawer had been filling up again.  I swear, it's my version of crack cocaine,  So, after raking though, I returned home with not quite as bargainous a set of items, but still:

This contains a thread colourway that would not be allowed today - Romany Brown.  Almost as disturbing as the N-word brown crayon that I remember using at my grandparents

I never knew that you could get cotton napkins on a roll!
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