The Hat Box Effect

 If you are feeling like this, and over festive frippery.

Then, don't click away.

This post won't shame you into feeling bad about what you

haven't done, said you'd do, or have done.

Think of it as a respite.
A break, far from the maddening crowd.
A calming oasis away from the trolley full of groceries for New Year's Eve, or the outlaws' appetites,
and that burgeoning rubbish bin.

 Forget those glitter covered elks.

  And that crazy Christmas crafting for the minute.

Float away.
 Spend some time with me in The Hat Box.

A jewel filled bijoux.

Right in the heart of one of Brisbane's oldest shopping arcades.
The Brisbane Arcade.

Old school charm.

 The pace can be somewhat sedate for me during this retail duty.

Very different to the chalkface's.

You see, no-one came in and reported that their bag was lost.
Or, their zipper was broken.

Nor torn.

Nor sodden.

No-one fell off a bike or skateboard on the way to see me, to

ask for a Band-Aid and a kind word.

No-one forgot their lunch money.
No-one said they felt sick.

There are many stories, though in its walls.

From ten or so lovely milliners.

 Each piece is hand stitched and a one -of- a- kind in the world.

Weddings, parties or the upcoming Magic Millions Race Day.

This is your oyster.

I am mad for this one's pixelated focal point.

As below, made by Philip Rhodes.

Get in and buy it, if it your thing.

If you've been paying attention, you can see three Floras in the shot below.

The Hat Box sets its own pace.

There's coffee,

Morning tea and lunch.

But, no bells to remind you to get back to work.

While on duty I started this outrageous fortune of greyish green satin flora.

Set on a pearl-beaded 1920s style cap.

I'll show you more later.

Make sure you keep doing your exercises.

It's the Season.

And, enjoy your holidays.

I'll resume back to festive frippery, later.