I love this charity shop. It is staffed by two lovely older ladies who take great pleasure in putting absolutely everything that is donated to the shop out on the shelves, in no particular order. Yesterday when I went in, there was a solitary green shoe on display on the shoe rack. No sign of the other shoe to match it. Alongside a woolly bobble hat. I don't go in very often, but the last time I was there was around Easter-time and the shop had a slew of Christmas cards on display. It's the best charity shop ever.
When I went in yesterday, I thought all my Christmases and Easters had come at once.
In the back of the shop, hanging on the "sale" rail was the most beautiful vintage wool blanket in the prettiest soft pink. And mahoooosive enough to cover a king-size bed. Reduced from £3.39 to £1.39. (I even love the seemingly random prices these slightly bonkers ladies choose. £3.39?) The kind of woollen blanket you suffocate under because it pins you to the bed with its wonderful woolly weightiness. I grappled the beauty home.
Fresh from being laundered in a very large vessel, it now has pride of place on my bed.
I wonder if the original owners of my blanket looked like this...
I know it's July, but there's something really cosy about having your feet pinned to the mattress by the sheer weight of a woolly blanket. Don't you think?