This place was so shocking that I don't even have a story about it. I know, when don't have have some sort of ridiculous story to tell? It really must have been exciting, no?
Clearly i didn't feel to strongly about this place. If I were lifting weights, I'd lift the 2 kilos weights. Sometimes when I visit places I feel like I'd lift the 50 kilo weights, but not this time.
It was the usual charity shop. Things organized by size, alright for basics, no great vintage finds, no super exciting ballgowns or dancing teapots (which I've seen before, I swear. The Christmas windows at Printemps, Paris 2006. It was amazing).
Maybe someone will have better luck than me walking into this shop, you never know. In my professorial grade book of charity shops this get an average mark. read more