As I am in exile in the Pacific getting a much needed tan and peeling skin, I do have the opportunity as I convalesce in New Zealand to check out the old familiar Op shops, as we call them. Today's pick, after an avoided stripe bag and sadly a nice red anorak that would have been ideal for my Summer Festival going, if I was going. But all I left with was my dangling Rastafarian knit bag just in time for the Summer in the wee Isles. $5, Salvation Army, NZ.
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