Finally! Wardrobes and rain...

Ever since my student-cheapo clothes rail broke under the weight of too many op-shop coats, I've been trawling through various Salvos and St Vinnies outlets, looking for an inexpensive wardrobe to replace it. Since I don't drive, my mum offered to pick me up this morning and take me out for breakfast, and then chauffeur me around to various op-shops and discount furniture warehouses looking for the perfect charming, well-shelved, outwardly-compact-but-internally-spacious piece of furniture. You know, the Supermodel Tardis of wardrobes.

We started at the Salvos furniture warehouse in Abbotsford, and drifted somehow to Richmond, where we jumped from insanely chipped and cheap to insanely beautiful and totally out of my price range. I think my mum couldn't quite get her head around the way everything smelled at the Salvos - eau de mould, cat vomit and lilac air freshener - so she offered to chip in a bit for something a little less pre-unloved. Which was lovely of her, but then I have a lovely mum. After driving around suburbs I didn't even know existed, down many twisty side-streets and to many charming second-hand shops, we ended up not ten minutes from my house in a direct-to-public second-hand furniture place. Ironically, but very pleasingly, we found a not-too-expensive-at-all, lovely, large wardrobe with two hanging spaces and many shelves and the requisite nooks and crannies and adorable feet.

By that point we desperate needed coffee and tiramisu, so we sat in a cafe down the street and chatted while the rain poured down. As it turns out, we could have gotten everything done in Victoria St, but I don't see my mum as often as I'd like and it was nice to spend a day just cruising around, pretending we could afford antique Indian furniture and art deco dining tables and dashing around with not enough time left on the parking metre and gossiping about other family members. And listening to the rain. And eating tiramisu. So, in conclusion, hooray for wardrobes and rainy Saturdays!