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| Meet Nigel. He cost me 50p. |
I like to think we’ve all grown up a bit since then. Today, though, it’s sneered at for another reason altogether. It’s automatically associated with hipsters. You know, those arrogant try-hards who’s shallow re-appropriation of emblems from a time gone by is assuredly ironic.
But you know what? Either way, I still love charity shops. And I’m going to try my best to explain why. It probably stems from my obsession with all things kitsch and vintage. I’ve always secretly loved swing music and vintage styles of dress and makeup. There’s something endlessly fascinating about pouring over old photos, or listening to old music, and learning about something vibrant and real that came before you. And it’s in no way a crime to want to recreate that for yourself if you’re so taken by it. In fact, it’s hardly surprising given that modern life can be so stressful and difficult.The swinging 60s or the roaring 20s did not and does not belong to any one person. So who’s to say they can’t come to symbolise something far removed and isolated from your current concerns - something wondrous, engaging, and pristinely preserved? Is re-appropriation really that much of a heinous act? Well, if it gives you joy, it gives you joy.
With this in mind, it’s fairly obvious that rummaging through clothes racks or scouring the shelves for a physical link to the past can be a bit of a thrill. Most shopaholics will happily tell you that finding the perfect item and making the transition from discovery to purchase is a thrill in itself. The difference here is that, often, with charity-shopping, it feels like a discovery with a capital D.
These items all have a rich, untold history. More than likely, if they were mass-produced, they’re not being produced at all anymore. They’re scarce - dare I say, rare, even. And you’ve unearthed them just in time. A dress, a teapot, a record, a book. They all suddenly become treasure finds. Maybe you don’t have a particular penchant for any of those things, but if, on the off-chance you do, that is where the thrill lies. Materialistic or not, these things can evoke a sense of nostalgia for an era we’ve never directly experienced but have always longed to. They’re magical little relics, and reminders of those who came before us. And you get to breath new life into them, usually at a bargain price and whilst donating to a charitable cause.
So there's my first little public rant done. I’m okay with spending some of my free time in dusty little corner shops and foraging for vintage trinkets. Let them scoff, because I know why it is that I love it so much. And if it brings you joy, it brings you joy.






