last sunday we took a trip to the camberwell markets my brother, his dear gal and i. it was cold and early, eyes were rubbed many a times and mouths opened wide and even wider with tiredness. but we rummaged and we found and we had such a lovelie time together. good things come in three i guess, if nothing else good luck on a market day. we left feeling rather chuffed with our treasures.
look, we spotted some original daisy lane trade cards.
lots of crockery and cutlery cuteness.