Forget the police academy and Charlie;
these kickass angels were hunting for bargains, not crooks!
There is something deliciously naughty about playing truant from the normal routine, and heading off for a cheeky mid-week trip out with your mates.
Yesterday, Vix, Tania and I descended on Burton on Trent for a day of charity shopping, chatting and laughing, with a little bit of boozing thrown in for good measure.
But first, the very serious business of chazzing; eight charity shops, and that's without photos of the PDSA and furniture store.
Did I say serious?
Not exactly...
Vix went home with only one of these items; try as we might, Tan and I couldn't persuade her to buy the 1990s catsuit (which looked amazing), the fleece (which didn't), or the 1960s hat.
The 1970s suede skirt, on the other hand, was perfection. If you look carefully, you can see an old chap in the background on the right; he followed us around the shop, and watched in delight as Vix tried the skirt on under her frock. All his birthdays came at once with that flash of shapely arse.
Tania took tea, then joined the Navy. And I concur, she has Great Style.
Burton has some attractive architecture around the market square...
and look, Sajid was there with his gorgeous braid and trimmings, so popular on our last bloggers' day out in Walsall..
As we approached his stall, he kept a very straight face and said if you want a date, Vicky, you only have to ask...
This little fella looked pretty pleased to see such luscious ladies too. Just the right height for teeny tiny Tan; Pool Boy had better watch out.
Balls to Christmas. I don't want to think about it yet.
Of course we hit the local Wetherspoons, and of course we took photos in the toilets.
We weren't very good at selfies, it must be a yoof thing.
See what I mean?
But do you know what we are good at? Apart from making each other laugh and putting the world to rights?
Well, charity shopping, naturally.
I bought;
a vintage Welsh wool cape, a tan leather saddle bag, and a pair of studded leather ankle boots.
1960-70s Eclipse wool cape, hat and bangles - charity shopped
1970s French-made Tricosa maxi skirt - antiques/collectables centre, Matlock
Boots - retail
At last; a cape I can wear without the T.Rex arms effect!
Thank to Tania for spotting it, and to both ladies for helping me work out how to wear it...
What a fantastic day.
We talked (a lot), we giggled (loads), we browsed and shopped and ate and drank, and the day flew by.
And the moral of the story? Don't wait for Charlie to take you away from all this, or for someone else to suggest a day out or a meet-up. Just go for it, you'll be so glad you did. And if you manage to flash a pensioner and take some rubbish selfies in the process, then the job's a good 'un!
PS. Vix's post about our day is here. Keep a look out for Tania's too - I have a suspicion there will be some classic photos featuring Deranged Face (my speciality. You're welcome.)
xxxx
