I know I have a problem.
I admit it. Don’t they say admitting it is half the battle?
But what if I don’t want to change?
I’m like Harry… “No Zefi, NO! Don’t look in the tip shop!”
“I. Can’t. Help. It. Its. So. Beauuuuutiful! ARRRRGGGGHHHH”
I feel for Harry.
Yesterday on the way home through Margate, I couldn’t resist the pull of the Re-Use Shop.
This afternoon, I couldn’t resist the tug of another junk shop.
I started off with some money in my pocket and now (don’t tell Wayne) I owe $43 on things I’ve ‘put aside’ with my name on them.
I just can’t help it!
And I don’t want to be cured. I like this disease.
I mean, I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t do drugs. What’s one teeny weeny addiction?
It ain’t hurting anyone!
Today’s haul included some rusty hinges, some lovely old spoons, a collection of old deep fryer baskets (I have a cunning plan for them!) and a galvanised milk bottle carrier.
As well as this little cutie:
And this (really? A rabbit decoupaged with cats?)
And yes, another poodle. But I have this fellow’s brothers so I had to complete the family.
Well. No one’s perfect.