There’s no such thing as a free lunch.
Or is there?
Which is actually clothes swapping. And clothes swapping is a swap shop extravaganza, providing an ethical wardrobe overhaul opportunity, with social benefits.
The first rule of clothes swap is: don’t put any of your belongings down, not even for a second.
Because everything is fair game in the swap room and there’s no way of knowing if anything belongs to you, unless you’re actually holding it. If you put your handbag down, expect someone to be rummaging through it in a nanosecond. This isn’t because swishers are petty thieves, but because a swap. is. not. a. shop.
This isn’t a euphemism.
I have a dog, a Cairn Terrier to be precise, named Travis. Generally speaking Travis doesn’t cost much to keep.. He eats everything (he’d revel in getting fat by foraging streets and bins if I let him) and destroys nothing. But there are two very pricey parts to Travis owning: vets bills and grooming. Continue reading
I felt a bit guilty freaking out at my boyfriend for putting a £10 packet of fresh salmon sashimi in the shopping basket. Being a killjoy is not cool, but neither is haemorrhaging money on raw fish. Now I really like sushi, but my expensive taste doesn’t quite fall in line with my shoestring budget.
Or does it? Continue reading