As a child of the inner North, Preston market was a place we went often. Many many great memories of sitting in my Grandmother's trolley on top of her shopping, eating whatever sweet delight she had gifted me [in hindsight] to keep me quiet.
Apart from the fresh food, flowers and amazing biscuit / cake stores, there is a small section of the market dedicated to household goods and *cough* fashion.
Now I'm all for affordable fashion, but I found the selection available hilariously brilliant. Given the average age of the patrons that were shopping on the day, it wast hard to imagine who would purchase the rather short and often revealing selection. The copious amounts of sensible shoes were catering precisely for their target market, but the fashion had me a little stumped. Nothing thrills me more than finding bad fashion. Especially when it is so bad it's awesome. I'm going back to buy some for my Niece for Christmas (shhh don't tell her). I haven't had this much fun looking at tacky hilariousness since I lived in Dubai.
But wait - there's more. Let's talk about scrunchies. A species I thought was extinct. A species that should be extinct. Yet, here they are alive and well, decorated with lace and beads, ready to adorn the hair of, um, someone.
Warning: friends of mine with small sons - you may just receive this tiny tux for your next birthday.
Hooray for local markets!
Do you have a 'so daggy it's awesome' market near you that I need to visit? Let me know.
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