Going for a song

I'm rather pleased with my little yellow vase;

a pleasing charity shop find, in amongst the tat.

My local thrift stores are not the happy hunting grounds 
that seem to exist only in dreams 

or transatlantic blogs.

There, a cornucopia of exquisite embroidered cloths,

vintage china, milk vases, kitchenalia,

 heirloom quilts and cashmere jumpers

are 'going for a song'.

Oh... the late lamented Arthur Negus and Humph.

So sedate. 

Watch this if you feel at all agitated and all will be well.