It was the summer of 2012, when I managed to avoid the Olympics and seek solace in Brick Lane and the vintage paradise that is THE SHOP.
And - yes - that really is the name of this treasure trove of vintage, tucked away down a side street and devoid of a till, a telephone and other trappings of technical life. A shop stuffed full of vintage fabric and clothing, with a (working and in use) wooden Singer machine tucked around the corner.
|A definite OH YES for Saturday!|
I am so looking forward to London.
I've reached the end of the line with rural.
There may be green space and beaches and a relaxed pace of life, but there is also the 8pm curfew, when the only shop for miles is closed, public transport has ceased an hour before and the fridge contains no milk.
And 21 years of rural has made me lazy.
So...London on Thursday, the wonderful V&A in the afternoon, Earl's Court, The Ally Pally Friday, meeting a very old friend in the evening and the welcome novelty of no public transport curfew!
Invitation to all Folksyers/Etsyers for an AllyPally meetup this Friday!
This week the nights have been pulling in, the dew is heavy on the grass and summer is a distant memory.
Flowerheads are minus their petals and leaves are dropping.
Perfect light for photography!
This set of three cards is called ''Summer's End.''