Happy Sunday to you. I hope you've got lots of lovely plans to spend it with your nearest and dearest/at the pub with some mates/on the sofa catching up on your TV shows and eating as many flavours of Pop Tart as one human being can safely consume in the same day (it's 6, by the way).
I spent yesterday doing lots of totally selfless and righteous things, like a slightly less wrinkly Mother Theresa. Wait- do you think good deeds is secretly the reason people get wrinkles? If so, I want to end my life looking like this:
Ok, maybe they weren't completely virtuous activities- one involved Free Cake, and the other involved shopping; but they were still both for charity, dammit! I spent the afternoon with my friend Holly at Sew In Brighton's charity bunting-sewing session for Red Nose Day where we chatted with inspiring fellow crafty folks, sampled the complimentary cakes, and made a bit o' bunting. It was nice to do something a bit different for charity- I'm definitely not a marathon kind of girl (with the exception of Snickers, obviously*)
|First flag - front|
|First flag - back|
I didn't take any more photos after these because I was too busy
scoffing Swiss Roll doing lots of sewing for charity.
all the lemon curd tarts were gone we'd made a good stack of flags, Holly and I headed out to scour all the brilliant charity shops around George Street in Hove.
I ruddy love charity shopping. It was ingrained in me from a very young age that second hand doesn't have to mean lower quality- it just means cheaper. And "cheaper" is my second favourite price in the world, only to be beaten by "free". Because, kids, as we all know: if things are cheaper that means you can buy MORE of them for the same amount of money. Or buy less, and have money left over to spend on essential things like shampoo, bus tickets, and Mini Cheddars.
Obviously, I also love charity shopping because it's helping out other people who need some support. It's basically just donating money to a good cause and they then happen to give you a cardigan in return.
I picked up a couple of real bargains yesterday too, which gives a buzz that no other experience can equal. Some people don't believe me that finding a scarcely-worn River Island wrap dress delivers a much greater high than injecting crack cocaine into your eyelids**, and at half the cost. Ah well; all the more wrap dresses for me!
I grabbed myself an older version of this storage box from Habitat which I'd been admiring online last year for a bargainous £4.99 (RRP £30!) It's a bit scuffed, but I figured I can always paint it a different colour. I'm using it to store ribbon, and may possibly stick this picture of a kitten on the front too if I feel the need to make it even more twee. Probably going to happen.
I also spotted a non-stick coated, loose-bottom cake tin in the "general tat" section of another shop, which the lovely lady gave me for an unbelieveably reasonable £1; because I'd inadvertently given her a tip about what to do with her leftover "Brighton" wallpaper that had been used to decorate the changing room. When I got it home, I found it had a spare base in it too! Woop!
My final bargain of the day was a very Easter-coloured cardigan***, originally from Primark, from the sale section of a charity shop. If heaven is personalised, mine is going to be one big charity shop sale section (assuming I can keep up the wrinkle-inducing good deeds, obviously!). I can't show you a picture, because it's in the wash- so imagine a long blue, purple and yellow striped cardigan with pockets. It's that.
We refuelled at the taste sensation that is Ethel's Kitchen. I really can't recommend this place enough. The hot chocolate is to die for, they have stacks of freshly made cakes teetering on the counter at all times, and their mezze is one of the best I've ever tasted (and I've tasted a LOT of mezze).
|Your eyes do not deceive you. |
Those ARE giant chocolate buttons sticking out of my hot chocolate.
I told you Ethel's was brilliant.
Each table at Ethel's has a different salt and pepper set (all equally kitsch and awesome). Yesterday we got the one with the kangaroo, evidenced below. This was also a totally selfless act, because we were supporting an independent business instead of going to Costa. Although Ethel's is cheaper, tastier, more atmospheric, and just generally ruddy nicer than Costa. But still. Selfless.
* I've just found out that Snickers are apparently named after the Mars family's horse. Definitely storing that one away for my stint on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire (which I'm totally going on once they promise me all the questions will be about chocolate)
** My education in the drugs arena is based entirely on gritty teen novels about "skag heads"; I am therefore assuming this is what people do with crack cocaine.
*** In case you were wondering, the colours of Easter are golden-yellow and purple. Fact. Sort of.