However I have realised that I've become worringly enthusiastic about shopping in charity shops. In particular, charity shops that have a large book section.
You may find this surprising in view of my previous purchases, as the books you get from charity shops are not necessarily the prettiest or in the best condition. But it doesn't bother me. I like my books to look like they've been loved and if they're a bit dog-eared then so much the better. However I noticed a sign in the last charity shop I was in that gave me pause - it said 'Buy them, read them, return them to us!'
But... but... I don't want to return them.
I don't have to return them do I?
#panics, clutching books to chest#
When I moved house I unfortunately put myself in very close proximity to perhaps the largest concentration of charity shops in Edinburgh and I've taken to poking around in them at the weekends. As a book-hoarder who loves the thrill of coming home from the high street with a pile of new stuff, this is awkward. My already overstuffed bookshelves are now tottering under the weight of my numerous bargains. The Boy's suggestions that I seek help are becoming increasingly stern and scary.
But it's ok, because I don't limit myself to books. Why, this very weekend I bought myself a (new) pegbag*:
And my mum bought me this Hobbs handbag, bargain of the month at just £8:
I also bought Human Traces and Middlesex for £2 each, but that's beside the point. For one thing it helped Cancer Research, and for another I needed a pick-me-up after spending the morning at a wedding fair with both mums, fighting off Bridezillas for the last bit of cake.**
*I know - a PEGBAG. All I need now is a pinny and a piping bag.