There is a place in Ballarat that I’ve been meaning to go to for ages. Half shop, half gallery; all class. I had to check it out.
I had a free Saturday (rare, you know, because I’m an important person, and always busy and all), so I ventured over to the
Red Brick Gallery, to peruse their collection of trinkets, see who had an exhibit on, and most importantly, purchase some much needed
Roller Derby tickets. As I was buying the tickets, I shared some delightful banter with Steph. The English accented, pink haired gal who owned and ran the store. We talked about the freezing temperature in The Rat, the idiosyncrasies of Daylesford, and bogans. The opportunity was too good to pass up, so I stole a moment of her time.