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!!

Lovely little his and hers antique shops hidden off the highway in Lawson. The couple who run them…read moreseem to play tag with who's open. When we got there, his (trains, old toys, kitchenalia) was opening up, hers firmly shut. 10 minutes later, he had disappeared, hers was wide open. So for his, we'll have to go back, the sputnik salt cellars in the window had my name all over them. Hers, the littler one, is a tiny treasure box, filled with antique and vintage jewellery, linens, bric-a-brac, and the odd gorgeous bit of furniture. There's buttons, laces and jewels in little drawers you can ask to look through, and a stunning flapper dress up on the wall that you never see the like of anywhere. I bought a 1950's lead crystal necklace here many years ago which I treasure, as well as lots of little gifts I've given to others. A real pleasure.

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.