In a little town called Garfield, there was an Antiques Fair and an op shop open on a Sunday. We went, of course. It would have been rude not to.
Op shops are the best shops of all because they have the ability to surprise you and present you with treasures when you least expect it.
There’s a fine line between the best of vintage and the craziest. No-one ever said anything about paying any attention to it, though.
This last week has been defined by two things: a lot of knitting and a couple of amazing op shop finds.
Have you found The One? I have, and morning tea time is once again the best time of the day.