British Heart Foundation

I cant walk down a street without checking into a good old charity shop.
If you like a good rummage for a hidden bargain, Camden High Street has several charity shops as you walk down towards Mornington Crescent.
The British Heart Foundation sells a good range second hand clothes, books and bric-​à-​brac items. Many of the items can be abt worse for wear, however the prices stay low not like some charity shops which are taking the mickey. I have managed to find some great buys in here, an italian designer skirt for £2, not bad!
Plus, its good having a guility free shopping spree when all the money raised is put towards researching into heart disease.

I bought my maroon two piece Bebe suit here for 12 pounds last fall. It has eighties shoulder pads and I feel quite dated wearing it, but in the best way.
I like this charity shop because they also sell this really nice inexpensive range of jewellery and I was really feeling this stone heart necklace on a cord for 2.99, right next to the cashier.
This store also has a decent bag selection, never a bad thing.
Hopefully, I can get some more eighties attire so I can emulate those girls on the cover of Roxy Music records. Hot.

If charity shops were people, this one would probably be a museum curator. Everything was arranged neatly, in well thought out manner. All the clothes were hung on wooden hangers that matched the wooden floor. There were new items interspersed among the old. There were even a few Picassos for sale in the old wooden booth found on the third floor that is manned by Winston Churchill.
If charity shops were animals, this one would probably be a golden retriever. The atmosphere was calm. The clothes seemed a loyal mix of good basics. The furry coat of the store was marigold yellow, and the staff liked a good scratch behind the ears and a nice milk bone.
If charity shops were songs, this one would probably be the theme song from Friends, «I’ll be there for you.»
If charity shops were closed, we’d be sad, but if they were clothes, we’d be content.
If charity shops were a dinner, they’d be rice pilaf with roasted vegetables. Why? Because I said so, even though Weezer instructed me to ‘say it ain’t so.’