Dear Charity Shop,
I have loved you for a long time my dearest Charity Shop. For the past two decades I have raked your treasures and idled amongst your aisles. You have clothed me and my children, provided vintage finds, some hardcore bargains and objects I didn’t know I needed (but did). I have bragged about you, been loyal to you and shared heart-soaring moments with you. I have cherished our relationship and you in return have always been there to lift my spirits with a root and a rummage.
Do you remember that day when I found a red sixties swing coat amongst the rails. Oh Boy, what a day! Or the time I had terrible blisters from cheap ill-fitting shoes and you provided me with come brand new Birkenstocks. A truly miraculous find! I will never share moments like that with anyone else..
But no longer charity shop. You’ve changed. You used to be so humble with your rickety racks and broken book bins. But now where you were once scruffy and charming (and occasionally a bit whiffy) you are now groomed and manicured. Oh, Charity Shop when will you learn you are not and never will be a boutique. Fancy wallpaper and coordinating colour schemes will never hide the fraying seams or faded fabrics that first attracted me to you. A shallow ploy to make you more “high-street”. I can see right through you.
And yet I forgave you that, you just wanted to look nice for the punters and that’s fine. But then your newly acquired good-looks gave you an over-inflated opinion of your worth. You were once so humble with prices below a couple of quid. And now you want to charge me £5 for a George at Asda T-shirt with a dated design and stained under-arms that I could buy new for less. That hurts Charity Shop, that hurts.
I no longer find any joy among your shelves and racks. There are no more jewels in the junk. You seem to have muddled the difference between used and vintage. Between donated and desirable. You have become an empty advertising hoarding. Take a look at yourself Charity Shop, nothing more than a tattered TK Maxx. A jaded jumble of pilling and rags at extortionate prices helping no one, least of all yourself.
So Charity Shop though it breaks my heart I am leaving you. I have found something new. Something that doesn’t hide its second-hand status and something that can provide me with all the bargains and oddities that I require in my life.
I am eloping with Carboot Sale.
Goodbye my love,
To all my charity shop buddies. You know who you are. xxx
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