Wilkinson

I love a good rummage around in Wilkinson.
The love affair started when I was working in Salford and there was a Wilko’s in the Precinct but has since extended into the city centre. I admit, I am a bit of a snob when it comes to places like this; I scurry in and out of Poundland hoping not to be noticed and it’s a similar thing with Wilko’s. However, the more I shop here, the prouder I am.
Anyone who is as much of a Pinterest addict as I am can feel a tinge of sadness when browsing through DIY&Crafts, realising there are no equivilants to Walmart (trust me, our supermarkets just aren’t the same) to pick up the basic vases/​spray paint/​endless balls of twine the crafters suggest. Poundland doesn’t even cut the mustard when it comes to this. Wilko’s to the metaphorical rescue. The home section here becomes a haven for anyone who has a desire to spray paint everything gold and stick small plastic animals onto screw top jars. The home section, by coincidence, is the only part of the shop I tend to frequent. The homeware department has recently had a bit of a revamp — according to the signs anyway — and the array of cushions had my head spinning. I love a good cushion.
Why then do I only give 3 stars when the shop fulfills all my cheap crafty needs? The service. The service is slow. There also seems to be no limit on how much perfume one man can buy — surely this is just going to end up on a market stall somewhere? That or perfume giving has become compulsary at Easter? Maybe a quick stop at Wilko’s was what Jesus rose for.*
*Sorry**
**I’m not really sorry