Goody Goody Goodwill

We were driving along a long street just outside the environs of Toy Cannery Row when amazingly I spied a rather large 'Goodwill'. 

I could hardly contain my excitement. Marge groaned. 

Marge is v. kind. And she genuinely can't bear to deprive me of any little pleasures that I may have left in life. So, she made the Hybrid take a right &  found a Pleasant Parking spot right nearby.

I skipped down the hill just like Gene Kelly when he sang 'Singin' in the Rain', which I loathe, by the way.

 I knew that 'Goodwill' was going to be nothing like my local thrift shop, 'Bednobs & Broomsticks', just like I know that the lattes I have in California are nothing like the lattes from 'Zinc', my local cafe.

OMG, this blog entry has a twee Suck Up Sally personality all of it's own. Next it'll be Thanking the Universe for Having Me. Which perhaps isn't such a bad idea.

There are certain cast-iron rules about the contents of thrift shops which are universal with a some small regional differences. A Californian Regional Difference is that there always has to be a few items designed for people shaped like refrigerators with the label, 'Sag Harbour'. In fact, 'Sag Harbour's' influence is becoming so invasive that I even saw one at 'Bednobs' a few months ago. 

 Another slight rule is that if the garment is a 'Designer Label', nine times out of time, it will be 'For Target'. So it was no surprise to me when I picked up a cute little lilac sweater with 'Isaac Mizrahi' on it, it had to be, 'For Target'. But I was thrilled & thanked the Universe as I was paying.

Marge was desperate to get back on the 101, so we had to leave.

I have never read so many maps in my life or more desperately sought signs that said '101 North' or '101 South'.

 Now I can read both Maps & Signs, perhaps My Life will improve.