Rising early is usually a necessity due to education and employment but every so often something shopping-related will allow me to make my cosy bed a distant memory on a Sunday morning.  It seemed the universe was working in perfect order; I had the 22nd off work, managed to catch the Overground in time and raised a fair few pennies before payday for the all important Yard Sale .  Surprisingly, I hadn't managed to come across such an event across the pond but I envisioned a small scale and slightly more philanthropic Brooklyn Flea.  After all, our clothes can evoke all sorts of memories and emotions and it can be hard to part sometimes even though practicality might win through eventually.  Even with the aid of Google maps, I did walk straight past the location (and could've blissfully ended up near the Arsenal football ground chatting with Kylie ), but luckily confusion was realised and we were soon in the courtyard.  Even though we arrivied 30 minutes after the start time, there was already a determined crowd forming around Susie's makeshift shop; I was daunted.  I like a calm rummage at the best of times, but a few dozen fashion bloggers is another matter so I had to summon some sort of resolve and dive into the numerous bags to see what I could find. I completely forgot Kylie took this picture of me but obviously I was ready; witness the finds I clutched for dear life My approach was