Charity shop. Thrift store. Flea market. Box on the street. These are all places where unexpected treasure can be salvaged. My favourite of these is currently the Oxfam bookshop around the corner from work. If I want to get some … Continue reading
As you will no doubt already know, I have a soft-spot for “things”, especially when they are small yet perfectly formed, fit for purpose and beautiful to boot. (I’m glossing over the subtext of compulsive-addiction-to-bits…) And where more appropriate to show … Continue reading
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