So this morning we braved a walk to the railway station in FREEZING weather (21 years of Brisbane mild temperatures has left an indelible mark on us, apparently) and journeyed to the city.
We found the shop opposite the Town Hall and stepped inside.
My goodness, what a vision. It took our breath away - we had somehow been transported back to the late 19th Century. We checked to see that the Tardis was still parked outside for a quick get-away in case of an emergency.
If Little Dorrit had sprung up behind the counter to serve us, we would not have been in the least surprised. Yes, there was a counter beyond which we mere mortals could not venture. I was served by a pleasant young girl who located some sample rick rack braids for me to choose from.
I was cursing the fact that I had left my camera at home, but Mr Fudge came to the rescue with his trusty mobile phone camera.
While Miss Dorrit disappeared into the bowels of the shop to measure and cut my braid, we were able to take in our wondrous surroundings.
More mysterious boxes |
Feather boas |
And bling |
The biggest surprise is that the owners of this treasure cave know that the World Wide Web has been invented and that they have a web site. Thank goodness they do.
3 comments:
OH my goodness Robyn! What a place, thanks for sharing! I will be roaming Sydney's streets in few days...but I don't think I will be forgiven if I drag everyone there, snif! :)
Bon weekend!
PS: I have started using google chrome now...will see what happen?! :)
xx Sandrine
Voila!! :)
Oh my gosh! The boxes lining the shelves would be heaven to explore...I'll bet you'll be catching the tardis back to this treasure time and time again!
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