I have always had a love-hate relationship with shopping. By shopping, I don’t mean the drudge of the weekly supermarket stock-up, nor do I mean popping round the corner for a packet of biscuits. What I mean is shopping as … Continue reading
Good things come in a bag. Think of sweets; think of Santa’s sack; think of crisps. (Except, that is, for the crisps my Nanna once offered me, which were in a paper bag that emerged after having spent some considerable time … Continue reading
So I wasn’t supposed to be charity shopping. I’d allowed myself a treat at the weekend, stocking up on a few bits from Spinster’s Emporium’s craft jumble sale. But when I saw that the “vintage and retro” department upstairs in the local charity shop … Continue reading
Yesterday dawned bright but cold – the perfect weather for a stomp down to Sherwood. I’ve had some of my best thrifty finds in Sherwood. Although, recently the charity shops lost some of their appeal after numerous fruitless trips. There are, as … Continue reading
I know I’ve only myself to blame. I should really know better by now. But I just can’t seem to help myself. Every time I pop to the local shops for food shopping I resolve not to go into the expensive … Continue reading
I don’t really believe in making New Year’s resolutions. Making up rules for myself seems to bring with it the overwhelming temptation to immediately break them. Just because I can. But that notwithstanding, I have been very good since returning … Continue reading