Op shops are the setting of so many of my childhood memories (thanks mum!) & where the seed was planted for my love of a sartorial bargain. Even now I have "cravings" if I haven't scoured an op shop in a while. Addicted? Perhaps. But when your drug is a sub-$10 bright red pure wool pleated midi skirt with theabsolutemostgorgeous gold buttons, who's complaining?