One of my Mothers Day treats yesterday was to go out on my own for an hour to shop, without an impatient husband and a screaming toddler in tow. I went to our local charity shop, which I love. I could spend several days in there, just picking through and people-watching.
This place isn't like your local small Oxfam shop - it's the size of a small aircraft carrier and all the clothes are sorted into sizes on racks. They even have sections for good stuff, like Gap & Banana Republic.
Alas, my hour went by too soon and Craig rang me, telling me lunch was ready. I gazed longingly at the racks as I checked out, wishing for just another hour to mooch around a bit more. I got several things for me & Jack for a grand total of $14.78.
I'd rather shop there than anywhere else in the world. I love my charity shop like most women love Dolce & Gabanna - maybe I'm a closet redneck?