I stalked a few chazzas today and all I found was this 80s cat mug. That’s still a good day’s thrifting in my book! Let’s get the kettle on…
I simply cannot walk past a charity shop, the urge to have the quickest of peeks is nothing short of a compulsion. I don’t source from chazzas as much as I used to but y’know the thrill of the thrift is born from the ethos that you can go in a charity shop 20 times and find nothing and then on the 21st you’ll find that perfect piece of vintage goodness. Today was one of those days; I found the very lampshade we’ve been looking for for our front room, a fine quartet of Homepride Fred collectibles and a very retro pair of Oxo mugs. Drinking my coffee black for the day will be totally worth it.
I was in Paris last weekend on a romantic break with my boyfriend celebrating our second anniversary and seeing as I spend my life seeking out vintage I thought it might be nice to take a break from that too. Oh yeah, who am I kidding!? But I didn’t want it to dominate the weekend as that wouldn’t be fair on my not so thrift loving travel buddy. It was only an overnight stay, so I devised a plan which meant I could satisfy my urge to thrift but not let it take over the trip. Continue reading »