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.
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