my new favourite shop

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I didn't have much time. Husband had an appointment and I was simply window shopping, wasting the minutes waiting for him to hurry up and finish his business. I was mooching my way into the little shopping arcade when I spied a shop down the road. Come to me! Come browse! whispered the shop. So I did. It was a charity shop and anybody who knows me knows that I have an insatiable appetite for all things pre-loved and pre-used. But, heavens! Closer inspection revealed that it wasn't just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill charity shop. No. This was the charity shop to beat all other charity shops. It was a specialist vintage and retro charity shop. I was in paradise. Fabulous clothes from Auntie Vi's wardrobe. Pretty tea sets from Nana's kitchen cupboard. Books and annuals from cousin Anne's bookcase. Great-uncle Robert's camera. The quirkiest magazine rack {I would have bought it were it not ridiculously skew-whiffyily lopsided.} Ancient typewriters, clothing patterns, hundreds of quirky vintage suitcases, and quaint furniture from a bygone age. I left empty-handed, but mentally made a note that I will return in the new year with a pocketful of cash. I am a woman in love.