Emporium euphorium

Within four hours of arriving in Wellington, two people had mentioned that I might like Pete's Emporium. And since one of them was a fellow miniaturist, and we had a shopping date the following morning, it was almost certain that our first stop would be to check it out.

I wasn't disappointed. 

But, since I'm gainfully unemployed, I was somewhat restrained and only bought some* square black planters

and some waxed thread to try basket weaving with.

(*By some, I actually mean quite a few.)