There’s a new twist on the word “Junkie.”
In many ways I am a Junkie. A Junk Junkie.
Crowding my home are little knick knacks, several pine cones, and some sentimental things to remind me of Nanna.
Oh, and did I mention I love op shops. I love trawling through, looking for little treasures that none but me find attractive.
Sounds like a Junk Junkie to me!!! Self diagnosed!!!
But today, I am proud of myself.
I actually walked into an op shop and out again with only one item stowed away in my shopping bag.
Maybe I’m beginning to join the mini revolution others have started. The swing away from clutter. The swing towards minimalisation and saving the planet by owning a few less pieces of junk, and freeing up some time and wealth for loved ones.
Are you an Op Shop tragic like me? Or are you swinging towards owning less?
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