To tell the honest truth, I wasn't overly impressed. Sure there were cute things, but I couldn't help but let my imagination drift to the garage sale we passed in a back street in Newtown. The lady had one of those straight rockabilly heavy fringes that were fashionable circa 2006, and a pile of vogue magazines (cringe) towering beside her keeping her company whilst complete strangers sorted through her things. I wanted to be one of the lurkers, taking a perhaps once in a lifetime opportunity to gaze upon a prudes private-now-public belongings. Garage sales, and thrifting has always appealed to me in a Vanessa Berry'isque manner. Thrifting lets me maintain my own interpretation on the previous owner of an item I've brought. Like, the vixon leopard print knitted number I brought from Tempe Salvos, I like to imagine the owner was a middle aged fire-red haired lady fucking her way out of a mid life crisis, whom smoked a packet of cigarettes (those thin long white ones you can only buy from elite tobacconists) a day all with the aide of a long black rhinestone holder. Whereas garage sales feed my curiosity entirely, not only do you get the items, but you get to observe the owners in the flesh in their natural habitat. For an analytical freak like me who feeds off my morbid fascination of the anachronisms of daily life garage sales are the epitome of rapture. Ugh, where was I before I got so offtrack. . .oh, yeah finders/keepers. I brought a few things, mainly because I felt as though I couldn't leave without buying more than two gin and tonics, now thats some reasoning.
1. A brooch - which I pinned to Bodies' shirt as soon as i brought it, because it's the kind of thing that looks ridiculously cute on a guy.
2. A large scale wall sticker of a bird cage (I'm lazy because I could do this myself).
3. A card designed by LITTLEjaneST.
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