Clouds of chemical scents struck us in the face before we even got in the door. Here's trouble, I thought.
Ok, I'm not a country homewares kind of person. I hate florals, loathe teddy bears and hate mass-produced signs that mouth obvious platitudes. Not my thing at all. But, with an open mind, we wandered in here and were struck dumb by the plethora of spotted crockery and colour themed displays. Then there's the Christmas room. Sheesh. Christmas thermometers.
'Look at that thing with the thing!' my mum exclaimed. No, I can't explain it better myself. 'Faux' chocolates for 50 cents (plastic) we agreed were just cruel. Stacks of quilts. Owls. Anything spotted or floralled you could possibly want.
Hidden amidst all the, well, stuff, there's the odd vintage treasure. If you wanted to do the Christmas thing, the 3 vintage 1950's holly mugs were kinda cool. The eponymous Rick called mum 'my love' on the way out, which she didn't appreciate. Oh look, to each their own. Even their own country, apparently. read more