Phew, this working for a living malarkey is wearing me out, messing with my blogging routine, and curtailing my social life!
But I'm not moaning, honest; I'm lucky to have a job I like, within walking distance, working with some really lovely people.
I will never cease to be amazed by the donations which come through our door, from the sublime to the ridiculous.
I love the fact that you just never know what a bag will contain; washed-out Primark, ancient undies, half-used toiletries, and knackered saucepans?
Or how do you fancy a 1970s Made in Wales Laura Ashley maxi dress, a 1970s Marimekko-inspired dress by Finnish label Kaisu Heikkila Oy, a 1940-50s ostrich feather stole, a box full of 1960-70s costume jewellery, or a 1950s leather collar case complete with bow ties, cuff links, and a pipe?
Charity shops are the great leveller - it's all there, the good, the bad, the downright ugly.
1970s handmade angel sleeve maxi dress - Ebay
1960s Admyra jacket and shoes - charity shopped
The colours of this outfit are somewhat autumnal, but then they match the weather.
Patchwork leather bag and bangles - charity shopped
Brooch - gift from Tania
I'm trying really hard to resist the lure of some of the great stock we have in the shop. I chatted happily about vintage glassware with the customer who snapped up some cool 1960s glasses, and I gladly told the woman who bought a fabulous 1970s metal tray that she had great taste.
I get huge satisfaction from selling items which I love (and which are often about to be consigned to the bin before I intervene with a squeaky Ooh, can I just have a look at that?)
Here are a few bits which made it home with me after all; a funky 1960s vinyl shopping bag, a funny little turquoise hornbill brooch (judging by the fastening, it might be quite old), and a Bakelite darning mushroom, which I bought purely because it reminds me of my dad. He always darned his own socks.
Yesterday, despite the incessant rain, Simon, Uncle Gary and the kids went to watch a pre-season friendly match between Sheffield United and Newcastle. Afterwards, we went to Amigos to warm up with some spicy Mexican food.
Guess who had been to a birthday sleepover the night before?
Oh the miraculous restorative powers of a chocolate milkshake and a balloon...
I have a day off tomorrow, and boy, am I looking forward to the lie-in!