On the weekend we went at stayed at this gorgeous, old house in Byron Bay. Stepping through the front door (framed by wonderfully tack stained glass windows) was like stepping into a different era. The whole interior of the house was stuck in a 1970s time warp. There were pot plants dangling in macrame hangers, photographic still lifes in the kitchen, and an excessive amount of ornamental ducks. For me, it was HEAVEN. For my parents, well, let's just say they aren't too keen on anything that reminds them of their daggy past.