sequin, shag, shopping, supervised

Often living in one of the quiet and rather placid NSW suburbs in my youth, I'd dream of sweet little stores that looked like this. Sepia toned, plush and with a huge open fire roaring ;I never actually knew what they sold- just that I wanted to buy it.

I'd heard of the mysterious and alluring Shag stores in Melbourne before. I'd seen bags hanging off the odd friends arm when peering through their Melbourne holiday snaps. In the bi-monthly street press, Fashion Journal- most girls featured in "Street Style" would be wearing something bright and sparkly that they'd snapped up in Shag. I have always been wary of vintage stores; while I'd randomly stumbled into Grandma Takes a Trip and managed to fall upon a bargain- usually I remain a little cynical regarding their markups.

Yet according to... well... my opinion. Shag isn't full of your sisters 90's wardrobe. You probably won't glance at something and go "I knew I shouldn't have thrown that out". It's not even that expensive if you are savvy and have bought a friend and her rather impatient boyfriend along for the trip.

My first visit was a treat; but now it's a few days later . I have the typical mottley hairdo and a boyfriend laughing at me for trying to take photo's of clothes. So trying to visually convey to you how great this jacket is that I purchased will have to be postponed.