








Once upon a time, there was a shop called The East End Thrift Store. I'd heard about it fabled fabulousness, how cheap its clothes were, the amount of vintage on offer and of course I marvelled at the thought of a warehouse of vintage. Embarrassingly, I've never managed to get my lazy self to the shop itself which is, surprise surprise, in the East End but luckily for me, I now don't have to.
Yesterday in the Metro (a free London newspaper) I saw a tiny ad for The East End Thrift Store and a huge jumble sale they were having at Cecil Sharp House in Primrose Hill/Camden. Less than a 10 minute walk through the park and the sun from my flat it couldn't have been more perfect.
I'm always a little bit wary of these sales where you can fill a small bag for £xx and a big bag for £xx after I visited the Angel Costume sale a couple of years ago and paid £40 for a bag of clothing that I never wore.
However the prices for this sale were a lot more reasonable and the selection was HUGE. A massive church hall-sized room with clothes literally EVERYWHERE. All over the floor, I had to wade in have a good old rifle! Most people's idea of hell, I was in heaven. Obviously, not everything was desirable. Some of the items were damaged/stained and some were just plain hideous. There were some corkers- I would love to just spend a day playing dress-up in there.
So what did I buy?
All of the above, 3 1970's maxi dresses, 3 shorter dresses with amazing prints (check out the tiger!) and then possibly the weirdest, most un-me piece of clothing I have ever bought, but I just couldn't leave it!
A turquoise, American-made, perfect-fitting, tasseled, embroidered cowgirl dress with a collar that has metal tips. A possible festival dress maybe. Insane, and some people will loathe it, but I love it!


And would you like to know the best bit ? I fit all of this (including a couple of belts) into a the £10 medium paper bag. I love life!