As ridiculous as it may sound, there is in fact an opp shop in the city. I have walked past it hundreds of times over the past 7 years and have never once stepped foot in it. Some illogical brain spasm located somewhere near my hippocampus made me think it wouldn't be very good cos it's in the city or would naturally be overpriced or something because it's in Bourke St, Melbourne. Common thoughts were 'what op-shop in it's right mind would operate with CBD rents?', 'It'd have so many people going through there. There's no point in looking'. Ridiculously dumb huh?
But today thankfully something came over me when I walked past it at lunchtime. I had a spontaneous urge to enter and I discovered that I couldn't have been more wrong about this op-shop.
Look what I found...
A lovely print of a girl, a great vase, knick knacky bowls, a green sparkly top and some stripy socks.
I'm so excited. I now have an op-shop nearby...and after all this time...sigh.
The moral of the story is "Don't judge a book by it's cover" or more simply put, "don't be a dufus Melanie".
