There's a scene in one of the Shopaholic books where, after the economy has faltered, Becky and her mum go to a dollar store (Pound shop in the UK). They're being brave and all Blitz spirit -- then they see the bargains, squee, and spend a fortune.
I'm not quite that bad (and I shop there all the time) but there's no denying there's often a rush to the head as you murmur, 'HOW much? wow!'. I've picked up two wooden vases and two pictures for two dollars each recently and they look great.
Yesterday, it was this hat, also an astonishing two dollars. Tell me it isn't adorable. I can wear it and feel like I'm drifting around in the 1930s ::beams::
I also picked up some bigger straw hats for us to take to Florida to shield us from the sun (did I mention the holiday is now a condo by the beach for a week in Fort Myers, Florida? Well, it is. We decided the California one needed more than the week we could afford and with the Napa Valley bit, more of a David and me thing, not the girls).

I'm not quite that bad (and I shop there all the time) but there's no denying there's often a rush to the head as you murmur, 'HOW much? wow!'. I've picked up two wooden vases and two pictures for two dollars each recently and they look great.
Yesterday, it was this hat, also an astonishing two dollars. Tell me it isn't adorable. I can wear it and feel like I'm drifting around in the 1930s ::beams::
I also picked up some bigger straw hats for us to take to Florida to shield us from the sun (did I mention the holiday is now a condo by the beach for a week in Fort Myers, Florida? Well, it is. We decided the California one needed more than the week we could afford and with the Napa Valley bit, more of a David and me thing, not the girls).
