To earn some pennies to fund the oh so expensive life of a student (and my self confessed and some what genetic, which I will continue to argue, passion for anything pretty) I resorted to working in an antique shop. However unexpectedly, I soon became interested in anything antique. Trailing junk stores, car booties and the big back bedrooms I have come to learn something, and like it. So I figured I would share something of the so called 'junk' that doesn't seem so junk like anymore...
Antique cups + a little tick tock = tea time.
B x
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