It's been something of a relief that most of the magnificent haul of vintage clothing recently donated to the charity shop has been too small for me.
Disappointing in some respects, yes, but the fact that most of the pieces didn't fit me made it easy to part with them without a backward glance, and of course they have made very good money for the hospice.
But I confess to a little yearning for a couple of them...
these two 1960s beauties, for instance.
They've got that cool Mod vibe going on, and I was tempted. Enough to give them a bit of a road test this week.
1960s Courtaulds dress, bracelets and tights - charity shopped
Boots - retail (sale)
Black'n'white grooviness, including Mary Quant and Diana Rigg.
1960s Tricoville suit, shoes, tights and beret - charity shopped
More fab Mod frocks.
I look like a Sixties air stewardess, which of course is a good thing, as my favourite ex-hosties Fiona and Connie know!
Charlie reckons I should get my own colour scheme and stop being a copy cat...
and Min agrees.
Despite the fact that I do love the style of both dresses, I don't actually adore them on me. Blame the period bloat, or my overflowing wardrobe, or my general arsiness, but I'm just not feeling either of these outfits. The high necklines bother me, and I feel less like me in them than I should.
So away to Ebay with them (after a wash, obviously!)
And while I'm in a dissatisfied mood, here's another thing.
What is the deal with charity shops and new goods? Why do so many of them insist on flogging bought-in stock, usually of poor quality but with inflated prices? I can understand selling Christmas cards, maybe diaries or calendars; and I can even forgive Oxfam its range of fair trade gifts and toys.
But isn't the USP of charity shops the fact that they are all different, with a unique and ever-changing (secondhand) stock; and don't their customers understand that it always worth a look because they never know what they might find? When charity shops fill their precious display space with new bags, hats, scarves and gloves, customers are seeing the same goods in every branch. And I would hazard a guess that anyone wanting a trapper hat or pair of earmuffs has already bought them by mid-February.
To me, it feels like a fundamental misunderstanding of why customers choose to go to charity shops, but I'm interested to know what do you think.
(I'm hormonally grumpy, so it's probably best to agree with me. Today, I heard Claudia hissing don't make her angry! at Nina, when she thought I was out of earshot. Just saying.)