Full black, drowning-in-black, Victorian era mourning regalia I spied here once. Never seen the…read morelike. No way you could forget you're in mourning swathed neck to ankle in suffocating black crepe. There are often wonders lurking in here. While their opening hours can be a bit flexible (consider the above an approximation) it's always worth dropping off the highway and going in to see this store. Linens and books, tools and kitchenalia, they've a great range of antiques and collectables in store. Best of all, and for which I love and bless antiques centres, are the stories that come with the objects. Once, in purchasing a 1950's kid's book called 'Miss Pickerell Goes to Mars' and a very brown, very battered, I couldn't believe it antique sampler, I was given the piece's history. Bought out at Windsor, it was sewn by the daughter of the Dean of Surgery at Sydney Uni in the early days. A student myself there at the time (the uni, not the surgery) I smiled at the coincidence, and wondered if the name-lost daughter wanted to go to University herself rather than sit at home in hot Windsor and stitch. I treasure her work, in her memory. And the spinster in space story? Who could go past that?

A sign on the rise of the steps says 'Welcome. It costs nothing to look'…read more And there's plenty to see in this tiny shop. The other day I spied: - A brass bell in the shape of Queen Bess. - Decorative plates featuring Lord Beaconsfield and Mrs Gladstone (?!). - An art deco cocktail trolley (squeal). - Porcelain invalid cups. - The obligatory Norman Lindsay print. - Creepy 'Rape of Europe' pastel. It always amazes me how the word 'rape' is taken by some artists as a euphemism. Staff and lovely and kind, and unlike many antique stores, you're encouraged to just browse. Lovely.

A nice, turquoise painted surprise. Last time I walked past here, this was (and long had been) a…read morecreepy washingmachine/junk shop that always suspiciously hummed like it was ready to explode. Now, given a shiny coat of paint, it's a great little antique/vintage store. Which also sells local jams. There's an eclectic bunch of items, from retro furniture to vintage clothes, and the odd old kid's book. There's a huge meat safe type contraption big enough to secrete many a hoarded body part, an unbelievably cute 1920's French dressing-table seat and a kangaroo cape. Weird. And very cheap prices for the most part. As the gentleman kept telling us. Following us around and telling us. I'm sorry to say as a selling technique, stalking the shy makes us run away, not buy things. I'll be back, but please, give me a little space.

This is a wonderful retro shop, full of great suprises. I believe the shop owner (Billy) is most…read morecharming and my friends and I spent a lovely 1/2 hr listening to a Tiny Tim record which Billy was glas to play for us on his record player whilst we browsed the store. My husband and I always buy things from there; its a real treasure trove and much more interesting than the ordinary typical antique store usually found in the mountains. I did not find him stalking us at all; he was most informative and a charming shop keeper. I recommend a trip to this store any time; its a great place (and takes you back (if your 50 or older) to your childhood). Wonderful!!

The largest congregation of wing chairs I've ever seen in one place…read more The name always makes me smile too - I can't decide if it sounds like a Japlish version of musical chairs '1, 2, 3, Rotate Interiors!!' or some terrible cable tv design show designed to induce neighbourly enmity by swapping the contents of houses next door to each other. It's really a home dec store stocking a mix of lovely antiques and modern pieces. There's a lamp room out the back, a bust of Caesar in the window, and a fab 1870 Oak hall table all carved and gnarly with a green man poking his head out on the front. And the very nice lady only smiled when I walked in and interrupted her lunch.