Charity is the future high street

I love charity shops.

Just a stones throw from where I was volunteering today there was a street, a little spur off the main high street, which was not full of so much Christmas footfall. Almost like a little B road off the main road of shopping where you could take a little stroll down at your own pace and have the chance to look carefully at things around you without the pressing of elbows and the feeling of pressure to hunt for a particular gift.

Along this shoppers’ haven I found Age Concern, Barnardos, YMCA, Cats Protection League and a couple of other similar shops all nestled together. Within 15 minutes I had bought wrapping paper and four gifts at a fraction of the price of the high street – brilliant! I also confess to indulging in an Abercrombie and Fitch hoodie, which I could not ignore at £5.

I found myself wondering why myself and one or two other people were the only ones browsing along this little row  of gems while the crowds all fought to get items on the high street they could have bought online anyway.

In my view, charity shops are the future high street, where people can regain pleasure in browsing, not break the bank and do good for someone else all at the same time.

This blog is for Unicef.

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What excites a housewife?

I once said to my Mum when I was in my late teens/ early twenties, “If you catch me in a garden centre on a Sunday browsing or using a rolling pin before the age of 40 then shoot me (or at least remind me about life being too short etc).

Of course I have done/ used both, over and over again and I have a few years yet until 40 so no doubt lots more trips to garden centres and lots more uses of the rolling pin. The only time my husband uses it is when he is de-frosting the freezer, which brings me nicely on to my next subject…..

What I did not bank on in my late teens, was how very domesticated I would become. To the extent that, like any modern day housewife since the ’50’s, I get very excited about upgrading domestic appliances and their gadgetry.

We have proudly owned the same fridge/freezer for 13 years. It started off with us as a couple in our tiny shoebox starter home and has since moved 6 times and accommodated the food of our growing family.  But now it is just getting too small, if you let the fridge odour eaters run-out in it then it starts to smell like something has crawled inside it and died, one of the freezer boxes is half snapped off and the milk carton shelf is bolted on to the door because it kept collapsing.

So having made the decision to say goodbye to an appliance that has kept our food fresh since the early years of our relationship, I found myself on the floor of Curry’s exclaiming in public wonderment at the size of a new freezer’s capacious drawers – things had reached a whole new level. A woman in her fifties overheard my excitement and laughed…..pitiful.

My husband and I then spend an hour watching short films about fridges on Sad isnt it?

Even sadder, the brand of the fridge matches the dishwasher, completely by coincidence, but that pleases me for some reason.

Aaahh……….I need to do something like…….jump out of a plane, wing-walking, anything…

This blog is for Unicef.

Thanks for reading.