My local op shop is beautifully situated halfway down a road that has great view of the sea. Its watery situation and the fact it always seems to be packed full of booty is why I call it Davy Jones's locker. I love coming home after a browse amongst its treasures as I'm able to extol the amazing bargainy goodness of my finds in a full on pirate voice, (I have attempted to use this voice to describe purchases from other op shops in the vicinity, but it just doesn't ring true).
This weeks booty includes a gravy boat, pretty eggs, the bottom half of an Abercrombie and Fitch set of pyjamas, a Ralph Lauren polo shirt (this got a round of applause and an answering Arrrr when it was plucked from the basket), a mason jar and a Wee Willie Winkie nightgown that I thought would make for rather debonair husbandly nightwear (in reality it makes him look like a dodgy Egyptian tour guide...but you can't win them all).
This is the view from the bottom of the street.
Slap's response to the Egyptian comment was that as a pirate I bare a closer resemblance to Captain Pugwash than Jack Sparrow....charming!
I'm on the hunt this afternoon for that perfect shade of duck egg blue yarn to start this years first pair of fingerless gloves. A pre-requisite I'm afraid for the owner of a 1972 VW Beatle. A lack of heating means that the first 20 minutes of any journey has to spent with the windows open to clear any condensation. This is a pleasure in Summer, although the same can't be said for a cold and rainy day. There was a definite nip in the air this morning so it's time to get needle clacking once again.