Lovely Pip of Meet Me at Mikes was in my town yesterday for a spot of country opping & failed to find anything that tickled her fancy, although she ooohparently struck gold elsewhere on the way home. I was a bit sad that the oppy gods had failed to shine their light this way for her visit – I really like my local haunts & you know they’ve been good to me, but I was also intrigued by the marvellous sounding store she got to rummage in later – although I have passed it many times I have never had the chance to stop in. Crazy I know, but true – it’s in a town we go through to get to sushi, or doctors, or one of many of the other trappings of civilization, & as a result, we usually rush through running late & cruise by on the way home with slumbering children in the back seat.
Spurred on by Pip’s account of delicious clutter & even more delicious homemade preserves, I took myself & the kiddos off to check it out this morning – but it was closed. We stopped for bakery goods instead & drove to a nice park where Suspence had his first turn on the swing & Le Punk took him on the slide. It was very nice indeed, yet Punk & I had been looking forward to an oppy rummage. When we got back into town we decided to swing by a couple for a browse if nothing else.
My haul today is proof of the fickle nature of opshops. Feast & famine, treasure & trash; you never know with an oppy what you’re going to get when you walk in & that’s just one of the reasons why I love it.
A gorgeous mustard coloured vintage hat, cute sunnies, sweet Staffordshire cups & saucers & a little bundle of old sewing patches – including one from ‘Iron Knob,SA’. Punk lucked out with a pile of quality kids books for 10 cents each.
Of course Pip & I may not have similar tastes in oppy fare, but my goodies have redeemed my local shops in my eyes, & reminded me that the best days so rarely go to plan.