I bought one of my most hilarious items of clothing here. A pastel pink and purple and blue jump suit. Which I assume must be for pregnant women, 'cause my midriff just swims around in it. I mean, I didn't buy it because I planned on wearing it loads. I bought it for a pink-themed party. And then it became my study suit. I figured that if I wore it, then I'd be too embarrassed to walk out of the house and procrastinate. It lasted for a while, but then I remembered that dignity and I had not kept in touch for a while and that plan went WAY out the window.
This place is pretty cool, and pretty standard as far as thrift shops go. What's great is that there's a Thrift Shop 2 somewhere around the corner (I spotted it when I was taking a cab home from the airport and I went through Polwarth and was wondering if this was number 2, where was number 1, which evidently, is this one). Long-winded tangent. Apologies.
Prices are standard, wellies are plentiful. The staff has never openly laughed at how ridiculous I looked in the clothes I'm wearing. Which brings me wild comfort. Perhaps they're just trained in laughing quietly on the inside. read more