Out of the various antique shops this is our favourite! They just have stuff that I would buy if I…read moreowned a bigger place! They even sell Chinese DVDs! How can you beat that lol

Ditch the mobile. I want the creaky wall phone on the left as you come in the doors. It's the turn…read moreof the century kind with a separate ear- and mouthpiece. I'm sure phone conversations were more interesting back then. None of this 'I'm on a train' rubbish. Clocks. Gorgeous antique furniture. Tiny little rooms filled with vintage clothes. Glass cases with bakelite bracelets and bizarre porcelain bric-a-brac. A lovely place to wander and gaze. The prices vary - I spotted an amazing, great big, blue kitchen table for what seemed like a very reasonable $220, and a hideous French knight on a steed brass sculpture thingy for $6600. Mmm, I'll take the table methinks. When I asked the man behind the counter when the store was open he replied in a booming French accent 'Eight days a week, young lady! We are slaves!' All with a great big smile.

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.

Story of my life…read more This fab secondhand/antiques store has some great bargains for the stylishly strapped for cash. Furniture, a great pile of persian rugs, books, crockery, you name it. Adorning my wall right this very moment is a portrait I picked up here. It's just a study of a woman, it looks to have been done in the 1920s or 30s and it is very rough around the egdes. I love it. For some reason, the signature is upside down in the top left hand corner (unless the whole thing is meant to hang upside down) and the woman's white coat is rendered with the most wonderfully rough and scumbly texture. Everyone asks if it's me (looks NOTHING like me) but hey. And I'm so the type to have a whopping great portrait of myself on the wall. In another life. But the point is - fab old portrait study by someone who could really paint - picked up here a few years ago for $3. Yep, couldn't believe it myself. A must see place if rummaging is your thing, and the prices can be a lot better than you'd expect. If only they were open more often.

There's a wurlitzer at the top of the stairs. Four rooms packed with vintage delights as well as…read moresome modern reproductions. Stacks of hats and glasses (heart shaped sunnies anyone?) 1950's dresses and rockabilly repros. Lots of menswear too. Out the back there's a smattering of homewares, bric-a-brac and books. Love a shop where you can buy antique gloves and a stretcher to keep them in tiptop shape, a Superman tie or one of those weird turbans 1940's vamps used to wear in black and white movie just before they led some poor hapless chap to his doom.

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.

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.