Nice handbag...

So, I've been wondering the desert of second-hand stitches for a week now, and to be completely honest  I'm finding my thirst for normal clothes very easy to control (my thirst for gin, however, is less so). I'm actually finding this charity shop rummaging pretty addictive- there's something very rewarding about flicking through rails of crap and finding the odd sensational item, which is not really something you experience when you walk into Topshop and everything is shiny and brilliant. Shopping has become more of an exciting challenge, where I strangely feel like I've earned the privilege of owning someone's old clothes (lucky me), weird. I'd like to point out, which I forgot to mention in my little intro last week, that I'm not undertaking this experiment in order to boycott Topshop, or any other high street shops, or mass produced clothes in general, because I have a lot to thank them for and, although I look a bit like one right now, I'm not really a boring sober hippy. Maybe I will be in 33 days, who knows.

Before last Wednesday slash the start of lent, I'd only managed to scrape together some basics for my new wardrobe from a few chazzys in Edinburgh (is that word going to catch on?), but definitely forgot a few essentials... Went to uni on Thursday and realised that I hadn't yet thought to buy a handbag, and I must say I was tempted to just whack the old folder in my second-hand-looking-but-really-from-new-look carpet bag, knowing full well that no one would notice (or probably care) but, alas, my superior moral compass kicked in and I made the informed decision (well I didn't really have much choice) to use a carrier bag. Obviously, this isn't such an outrageous sacrifice like 'oh emm geee she had to use a carrier bag she may as well just be naked', but when its blatantly being used as a handbag because your phone starts ringing at the bottom of it, that's when it gets a bit embarrassing. To top it off, it was an Oxfam carrier bag as well, just to get the message accross to everyone who saw me that I MUST BE A GOOD PERSON BECAUSE I SHOP AT OXFAM. Either that or the message that I might be homeless, if it weren't for my house keys hanging out the bottom of the carrier.

Sorry about the lack of photos so far, I promise to provide some good ones as soon as I find someone who can stand my musty aroma for long enough to have a cheeky little photo shoot.

Peace xxx