While I was in New Zealand in March this year I had the opportunity to spend a fraction of most days in the comfort of local charity shops searching, searching, searching.
I found tablecloths, some old tweed and this bag amongst the rest...and after a good scrub up, Skippy has his racing stripes back! The bag is proper vintage- definitely the Skipster would have gone to a better place by now- so I'm not feeling too guilty about taking him out to the pub last week. Most action he's seen in a long time I'm sure. I rescued him from the floor of a church-run shop and the little old lady charged me $1 for him. $1! Not quite the bargain of the year...but almost!
*Why 'he?'- well, for sure a lady 'roo (a jilly) wouldn't have been caught!
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