OH GOODNESS. Today I went thrift shopping with my friend and the change rooms were full and it was 15 minutes until closing time, so we made a makeshift fort with the sheets in the back corner of the store and, in the smelly and sweaty little nook, raced through our gargantuan pile of clothing. FEW. Had some incredible buys, and saw quite a bit of breast...
For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Saturday, 23 March 2013
0063: OP-SHOPPING
OH GOODNESS. Today I went thrift shopping with my friend and the change rooms were full and it was 15 minutes until closing time, so we made a makeshift fort with the sheets in the back corner of the store and, in the smelly and sweaty little nook, raced through our gargantuan pile of clothing. FEW. Had some incredible buys, and saw quite a bit of breast...
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