Well, we had a most marvelous haul yesterday when a stylist, who is also a mother at the Waldorf School (where B's and my children spend their homespun days), dropped off a box of the designer gear she used on shoots. Phew - one doesn't often see such garments - well we don't in our rather low-toned shopping haunts.
So we have marked them (and the most expensive is R250 for a silk Jenni Button cream coat which is so beautiful, but quite unsuitable to the life of a 2nd hand shop owner, sadly) and hung them up on our crowded rails. Now we just wait for the unsuspecting customer who comes to our little oddball emporium and finds TREASURE!
Speaking of lowliness, quite a few people have wandered in here, attracted by the quirky clothing signage I suppose, and have looked around with expressions of something approaching horror. I wish I could have photographed their faces, so clearly expressing, "Oh my God, what a GHASTLY little SECOND HAND hovel - I simply COULDN'T bring myself to trawl around these rails!"
So to those Constantia ladies out there who are so far, far above the treasure hunt thrill of the second hand shop - stay out, get back! Be off with you - your snooty air-sniffing, too-well powdered noses are not welcome.
Goodbye!
