Today I have put my finger on it - there is more than one centre of gravity in my world. Besides the earth's fiery core, there are Op Shops. All of which drag me to themselves without so much as a 'pleased-to-meet-chya'. I can't fight the niggling possibility that I will find the world's greatest treasure through those doors of opportunity (and no, sir, I will not pardon the pun!).
I like my op-shops cluttered - none of this open, fresh and shiny business.
Dingy, crowded and old ladies are the billboards of an 'x-marks-the-spot' treasure hunt.
Dingy, crowded and old ladies are the billboards of an 'x-marks-the-spot' treasure hunt.
Normally I am a clothes girl but the fact that my wardrobe looks like a fat child who has just over indulged at a Sunday picnic has pushed me into bric-a-brac land. I have never purchased neither bric nor brac but today I did unearth a few cute bits. (Check out the miniature grey filing cabinet thing!)
Then, in those times when tumbleweeds are the only thing rolling around in your wallet, head to the streets and keep your eyes peeled. I spied the suitcase and old esky, now umbrella stand, on the nature strips of suburbia. One man's trash...etc...etc...
Bring on second, fourth and fifteenth hand stuff - let the treasure hunt continue!
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