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Second-hand find: Love belts (plus a few words on &@^$#! charity shop make-overs)

You can never get too much ♥♥♥

So I quickly (meaning fast-as-lightning-quick as husband was parked outside) snapped up these two leather belts  in my favourite St. John’s Wood charity shop last week. They’re perfect for spreading some autumnal lovin’ and made by Stephen Collins, known for supplying good quality, mid-range belts to departments stores like House of Fraser.

The St. John’s Hospice shop had been closed for refurbishment but I almost dreaded the reunion. Ever since the utterly charismatic retail guru Mary Porta’s frenzied and well-documented make-over attack on a handful of British charity shops many other shop managers have jumped on the make-over wagon in the hope of increasing their profits.

While I’m all for making your shop more appetising, welcoming, better smelling and all that jazz it comes at a high price. Literally. After the face-lift most shops choose to focus on a smaller and more selective, hand-picked range of clothes, often high-end brands only. They’ll educate their staff on how to recognise the good names and tell them to price them accordingly.

The result is a visually pleasing shop with loads of space between the hangers and 1/3 of the stock they used to have. Prices will be doubled. Out the window goes the chance of digging out amazing finds from heaps  and piles and the accompanying treasure hunt thrill.

This shop has also been seriously decluttered and now has fewer items on display. But luckily they have chosen to keep the prices at the same level as before. Like these belts, which cost 3 pounds each. So I’ll definitely be back, despite the face-lift.

Read my second-hand guide to St. John’s Wood

Second-hand find: The perfect winter coat for a tenner

Når man leder allermindst, så har de gode fund det med at springe ud fra stativerne. Som den her ret så fantastiske vintage uldfrakke med pelskrave, som pludselig blinkede frækt til mig i St. John’s Hospice genbrugsbutikken i St. John’s Wood i går. Sådan en klassisk sort frakke har jeg været på udkig efter i flere år i alverdens genbrugsbutikker (jeg køber aldrig splinternye vinterjakke, da kvaliteten er for dårlig i forhold til prisen, – med mindre selvfølgelig, man har råd til at investere i mærker som Burberry, Celine og Aquascutum).

Jeg kunne se at kvaliteten var i orden, og jakken sad perfekt, men jeg var lidt i tvivl om, om den var vintage, da alle mærker var klippet af. Men så fandt jeg denne gamle seddel omkring et ophørsudsalg i en nu hedengangen fancy butik i Mayfair i inderlommen. Tilbage var der kun at spørge til prisen, og jeg var skeptisk, da de godt ved, hvad de skal tage for tingene i St. John’s Wood. “Hmmm, skal vi sige 10 pund? Vi skal have alt solgt, da butikken skal renoveres,” svarede den venlige dame bag disken.

Jeg har aldrig været hurtigere til at få pungen op af lommen…

Se flere fund fra St. John’s Wood…


When you least expect it, great finds have a tendency to hijack you in the charity shops. Like yesterday when I went for a tiny, innocent walk to St. John’s Wood and quickly stopped by the St. John’s Hospice charity shop. Suddenly it was there: the perfect black winter coat with a fur collar that I’ve been looking for for the last many years. (I always buy my woollen winter jackets second-hand as it’s very difficult to find top quality nowadays, – unless of course you have enough money to invest in Burberry, Celine or Aquascutum and the like.)

I checked the quality and it was great, and it fit me perfectly.  But all the tags were cut off so I wasn’t 100% sure that it was vintage, until I found an old flyer from a now defunct Mayfair store in the inner pocket. Now I only needed to know the price. I warily approached the woman behind the counter as the prices tend to be pretty high in St. John’s Wood. “Shall we say 10 pounds? We need to sell everything as we’re having the shop refurbished,” she answered.

I put the tenner on the counter almost before she finished the sentence and was out the door before she could change her mind.

More St. John’s Wood finds..