I often walk past this little window, but haven’t really taken a moment to actually look into it and think how odd the collection of items on the inside are. At first I thought it was someone’s house, maybe an eccentric old lady prone to hoarding every little item of crockery she has ever come across. Then I thought that maybe it was a shop, but the dusty old windows make me think otherwise. Overall I have no idea why this quaint little collection of ornaments and lace are laid out like this at all, but I like it and would quite like my living room to look like this one-day, and that's why it has made its way into this entry.
Now you'll have to excuse me as I am hung-over again and being enthusiastic about this photo has really taken it out of me.