I spent an almost perfect morning at the Sunday Morning Market ... filtering through dusty suitcases and boxes of all things sparkling and alluring - someone elses tat, i suppose. Entertained and tutored by my good friend and market afficionado miss. eleanor. Who seems to have perfected the knack of recieving items for free - quite a skill based on market traders wot i have met... tho perhaps this is as she favours the kind of wares you would have to pay someone to take - I began my venture in this by finding myself a marvellous broken record - entitled Cigareets, Whuskey and Wild Wild Women. Although the highlight of my morning was filling my pockets with a grand selection of admirable broaches.. for every opportunity. Below some images of my newly aqquired frippery.