Melbourne turned out a rather typically gloomy day last Sunday. On my travels, I discovered a rather quaint boutique on the upper end of Smith St, just before Brunswick St.

Inside were dried, used tea bags, hanging in the window. Not only was this installation revolting, I did reminsce on that fabulous childrens TV show about T bag (anyone remember it?).

 

 

But just outside this rather quirky shop was this tree. It was covered on lace! How bizarre!