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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

April 17, 2005

a trip down memory lane

off to Parramatta we went yesterday to buy the bridesmaids dresses. Parramatta was a place that my nan used to take me when I was little.
we would catch the bus and get off at the station and walk to Grace Bros. Grace Bros has gone now and in its place stands the huge and vile shopping center called westfield
So many memories came flooding back ~ the little op shop where my mum, nana and I would go...even back then I loved vintage cloths * the red cross tea rooms where we would go for lunch : a plate of mixed sandwiches, a date scone and cup of tea. This was a little tea room manned by volunteer red cross ladies. They sold the tiny little calendars that I loved when I was little. ~ thomas' auction rooms where my pa would take me on Fridays if I were staying with them. I bought my first piece of vintage furniture there ~ a victorian plant stand * which I still have !! I loved the boxes of sundries too. ~ the lovely old bridge over Parramatta river with the chinese restaurant near it ~ Davy jones' ( What my nan called David Jones dept. store )
oh the wonderful memories came flooding back for me.... a trip down memory lane
Thankfully we didnt have too much trouble finding the dresses. No tears and no tantrums , thank Heaven !!
we had lunch and had to listen to the most horrendous music. Why is it that shops these days seem to think that we need noise while we are out shopping ? oh for peace and quiet.


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