Shopping in any city is pretty much the same, right? You have your big Topshop, your small Topshop, a selection of other high street chains and a pound shop or two. You can buy one of a million look-a-like outfits that you know at least 40 other people are going to be wearing that night. Independent shops are few and far between and often stock little more than a few garishly printed t-shirts and rainbow jumpers. So coming across Kathleen and Lily's in Nottingham was like finding a swag bag of pirate treasure, only set out nicely in a shop and without the pressing legal issues. The amazing women who work there take old clothes and give them a new lease of life. My chic, high-waisted red shorts used to be a pair of 'orrible trousers, for example. They do alterations, they sell jewellery (check out the pony necklaces) and they do a fine line in vintage china, handbags and scarves. Whenever I'm in the Midlands I make sure to pop in and have a look. It's such a brilliant place, it makes regular shopping about as appealing as rolling in poo.
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