Wimbledon (on the tube). Wine. Rain. Cold. Marks and Spencer Simply Food. This is some of the verbiage and experiences surrounding my first few days in England, which- don't get me wrong - have been glorious.
Today while my hunny and I were running around, I dragged him into a second-hand charity shop (they're all over the place in Jolly Old) called Barnardos. I was bloody freezing (having packed sexy warm summer togs), so I found a cute fleece for about four pounds. There's not a heap of vintage in the second-hand shops here, so my spidey senses started tingling when I saw this vintage gold lamé handbag.
Let's go in for a closer look. Just look at the patterned fabric on this baby. And the clasp. Bloody gorg, I say (tee hee, am talking like a Brit, no?). And it was only a pound forty-nine. That's about two dollars and thirty-three cents in Canuck bucks.
The clasp is so pretty too, isn't it? All the little rhinestones are intact too.
Even better that the purse is made in England as it'll be a true vintage souvenir for the Grunge Queen. I actually have a vintage purse at home that I thrifted (which you haven't yet seen) with the same label as this, but it's a pretty quilted silver one. This gold one will be a happy companion piece.
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