Aint Love the Sweetest thing

This is a lovely shop.  

It started off in town in a little unit.  It was like walking into an Aladin's cave of sparkly and beautiful. 

When one of our banks closed (what am I saying, the third of our banks), the obtained these premises  - right on the corner of Ayr Street; which I like to refer to as AIR Street, because the wind which whips up this road is unforgiving. 

There's a queue now, and only so many people allowed in at any one time - you always sort of feel that you can only walk one way round.... But there is always something lovely and new to lust after. 

yesterday Tooli and I wiped our face masks over some scented reeds.... and the smell stayed with us long after we left... I really wanted to run back and get them. 

:-)