Attending A Thrift Shop Party This Evening

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This evening a friend and I are going to a party at the Op Shop (thrift shop). For a small price we get wine and nibbles and I'm not sure what else. Anyway it is a good excuse for me to post my Op Shop poem which will be trotted out again on Friday at our Writing Group wind-up. And speaking of wind-ups, I thought I'd use a nice sunset photo. One day I cleaned out my wardrobe It hadn't been done for a while There were skirts and jeans, tops and shoes Most of it out of style I found myself a garbage bag And the light was rather dim Didn't take a lot of notice Just threw a whole lot in I dropped them of at the Salvos And went off down the street The following week I was back there This time with a heap of sheets While I was there I had a look round They really had some good stuff I tried on a shirt, it fitted me well Smart casual – good enough! I found some shoes that fitted Luckily just my size I had plenty of room in my wardrobe And cheap! I felt very wise I took my things to the counter I'd got quite carried away The lady looked at me strangely I smiled and wished her 'good day' When I got home I unloaded the car And dumped the clothes on the table I picked up a shirt and held it up And then I looked at the label My initials were there, plain as you like Stark and printed in black I felt such a fool, I wasn't so cool I'd bought my own stuff back!