Blonde Vintage

Whilst waiting for my lunch date on sunny Saturday, I stumbled across a little treasure. In the old shell of what I remembered to be a second hand CD store, is a very warm little nook, housing a collection of old, recycled, upcycled, vintage, newly printed but made-to-look vintage, pre loved and generously gorgeous trinkets.

It was hard to leave behind a fire engine red leather clutch purse, there was so much history and soul in that store. The hand written price tags were a delight, keeping track of all these little treasures, most of which sprung up in a time before barcodes.

These old olive oil tins turned planters stopped me in my tracks at the front door, and the rest, as they say is history.

My new favourite nook in the old home town.