December 2008 by Hannah R.
The fog rolled in over the sleepy brick houses, delving into the chimneys, and settling down on the roof like moss on an old stone. Inside, warm beneath the sea of blankets.... oh wait... wrong story. When I walked into this shop, I danced the banana. I did a quick survey. Not very much clothing. Kind of empty considering how brimming many charity shops are. A wall of books, some trinket-type items (of the used and new genre) and the like. The clothing didn't really strike me as interesting. I'm also glad it didn't strike me because it hurts when things hit you. I wandered over to a corner. There was an employee bringing out dresses. "Look, just in time for the party season!" she sang out, and proceeded to show me some of the prettiest dresses in a very jovial, kind way. It wasn't annoying, but rather warm and friendly. Although I didn't see anything interesting enough to buy, I was very impressed to see that this place steams the clothes before they put them on the rack. Shows that they care about how things look, about what they sell, and about little babies in Orphanages in the Canary Islands.
