Had my first brush with temptation today. My dog managed to smash her ceramic water bowl with her big hard head, so I ventured to an Op Shop (thrift store) to find her a cheap replacement.
The big hard head in question. She is fine.
I went to Vinnies (a second hand shop chain popular in Australia. It’s technically ‘St Vincent de Paul’ but no one calls it that, not even the store chain itself). I’ve been here many, many times to do a spot of clothes hunting, and have scored some incredible bargains there- $5 Burberry, $25 YSL, a fabulous trench coat I wore constantly through spring- and oh, the temptation to take a little peek at what was on offer was strong.
I walked to the homewares, picked up a bowl, and walked straight to the counter.
“You knew what you were looking for!” remarked the volunteer behind the counter.
And- perhaps for the first time when walking in to an Op Shop- I did.