Oooooh I love Dunedin, me. I do, I do. I wish I was here for a happier reason, but my Dad, my dear old Dad, is in his final days, and we are all descending on Dunedin to say goodbye. We are lucky, though. It's a privilege to know someone you love is dying, so that you can tell them you love them, and say goodbye.
Anyway, I spent today at the hospital, but on the way back to my sister's place I got to do a spot of junk shopping. It's been years, probably 10 even, since I had a good look in Dunedin junk shops, and my feet went on autopilot straight to my favourite sections- the haberdashery, the fabric, the patterns, the books and magazines.
I love this Woman's Home Journal, back from the days when it was okay for models to have wrinkles around their eyes and eyebrows au naturale. And be honest, have your ski clothes gone gay? Because there's no shame in it.