Camden Age

Rating this store gives me ups and down just like being in a roller coaster based after the sine curve. Started up then when down then went up again. Kinda like a plane doing thing in the wrong order. Right? Hm.
Anyhow. I saw the outside. Up.
I walked it. It’s smelled a bit like old musty clothing. Down.
I found a stellar pair of silver, 1930’s markacite-​inlaid earrings. UP!
The earring were a bit expensive for a charity shop, but they are the real deal, just like Michael Jordan when it comes to basketball. The woman at the counter was also quite helpful. She told me they had their neighbor the jeweler bake them a mince tart, tap dance to Spanish guitar music and then evaluate the earrings. He said they were real silver, 1930’s. They shop then sold them for 8 pound. She told me how I could shine them up, where I could find such shining polish and was nice as a button.
These earring made it a successful poke (for my earlobes, but not for my slim wallet of course. My wallet frowned, but I chose not to look. It can use a little stretching from time to time just like someone who has a really sore back). I can’t tell you that they have such good stuff in the shop all the time– they probably don’t, but have something interesting once, leads me to think that bananas have lots of potassium and that they might have something swank again, no?