On the way home from a morning ramble through the Queen Victoria Market we came upon a little antique store and all the pretty things without price labels begged us to enter. The owner looked one part surly to two part enigmatic, the perfect countenance for bargaining I suppose, I am neither surly nor enigmatic and avoid bargaining where possible. But my dearest spotted a collection of sweet little tins, that are my one true weakness, and and I selected one to go home with me with its funny little grain travellers label and the darling timber Kraft Cheese box. One for my tiny treasures and the other for my larger ones.