G took me to The Pumphouse.
Yeah, you heard right.....
It's not as dodgy as it sounds, though, it's a salvage yard!
I look like I was about to break out into the Highland Fling!
Or perhaps a spot of Morris Dancing?!
I didn't have a hanky, however.
We've been looking for just the right window to replace the existing wee one in our bedroom for years...with all the demolition going on nowadays, we figure something is gonna turn up!
But not this time, dammit!
We're also looking for some cornicing for the lounge room and a piece of skirting board for the band room.
I had to rug up a bit, as it was a misty, damp Autumnal kind of day!
Coat-60's, opshopped (Welsh tweed!)
Orange tights and brown fishnetty sort of tights over top-retail
Handbag-70's tooled leather, found by G for 50c as it had a broken strap years ago in an opshop!
Sunglasses-from gorgeous Sarah
Pendant-a handmade locket (from some funny little shop many, many years ago) strung on tigers eye and amber by moi
I was fascinated by the crumbly buildings and loads of stuff lying about...
We had to poke into every nook and cranny to make sure we weren't missing anything interesting.
I quite fancy this church spire thing for the front yard...
Inside the main building was all manner of curiosities!
No idea where the hell they came from...
A film set?!
Love these painted ceiling roses!
We came away empty handed, but it was an intriguing excursion!