My dad reckons that certain op shops sing to him some days, call to him, like the siren's song. He has no choice but to follow the heavenly sound and see what it's in store for him. As odd as that sounds, I think he's right. I've often thought to myself. "Hmm, better pop in to X op shop today because there could be something in there for me..." Happily, this happened yesterday. In hindsight, it was probably a little warm to be heading out with a 4 month old baby, but at least it paid off! (He was okay in the heat, for those of you about to call Social Services...). I had the feeling that I was going to have good luck in at least one of the Brighton Road op shops, and I was right.
I had to flick through racks one-handed, thanks to a curious little fella who wanted in on the action. Our first stop was the Save the Children. They're dollar rack is now a two dollar rack (sign of the times, perhaps), but I found a Witchery olive green embellished cardie (to be modified!) that wanted to come home with me which was worth the coin. I picked up a few other things, but wasn't able to try them on, and was feeling a little frugal anyway. I decided to leave them on the rack for someone else (sometimes if I am undecided on something, I imagine that there is someone else out there who will be over the moon with the find, rather than just a bit happy and put it back). I found some dress and skirt patterns for 50c marked 'easy'. My sister and I have decided that we are going to learn to sew, so in preparation for our natural talent, I bought them, assuming we will be past making pillow cases in no time (*cough cough*).
| Left one from RSPCA, right from Normanville Opshop |
We moved on to the RSPCA, which I have been itching to go through since they're makeover. Eh, it isn't really much different; a little more user friendly than it used to be, so good on them. I found a red and white striped jersey top that will be easy to feed in on their two dollar rack (it really is a sign of the times), but little else. Disheartened, and being nagged by a bored baby, I headed out the door, passing a crate of big old preserving jars on my way out. Since 3 seconds of pavement did the trick and junior was happily snoring away, I doubled back. Ten for ten bucks, with lids (should I ever come into a lot of free fruit that required preserving). In the process of organising our house, I thought they would be perfect for sewing bits and pieces (ha!), stationary and other such things. My SIL, who is actually in the process of becoming my legal SIL, has been looking for jars for wedding centre pieces, so it's a win/win situation (I'll just have little piles of stuff every where for one weekend in November). See? The RSPCA was singing to me; what makes it serendipitous is the jars had only just come in that day.
No Brighton Road adventure is complete without the Salvos, which is a stone's throw away (the Vinnies is too far to walk to!). Well, someone in this store has delusions of grandeur! $14.99 for a worn Portmans peasant top is a bit nuts, as is $99 for a small framed Picasso print (you know, the ones you get from those "Haggle, haggle, haggle! Going out of business!!!!" frame shops). Other prices were fine, but someone there got a bit carried away. By this stage I was a bit tired, anyway, and to be honest, after going through my wardrobe recently, not overly pumped about adding to it. Still, I managed to find an adorable black trapeze top with a white lace collar for $6.99. It's Girl Express, which I wont usually buy from an op shop (or Tempt/Valleygirl), given new they don't cost much anyway, but it was so cute I couldn't resist. It's a massive store, but either I wasn't feeling it, or there wasn't much there (possibly a combination of both!). There were some nice shoes, but I couldn't bring myself to buy any (I have culled my collection recently, and it was really difficult to decide what should go!)

