Showing posts with label markets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label markets. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

If you were alien, an extraterrestrial

 torn in two, missing home, I would leave my world, board your silver rocket ship. Blast off to the stars, just we two.
If You Were Alien - The Brunettes

 

I bought this dress last month at some Christmas Markets in my town. In an effort to bring people back into the heart of town and away from the shopping centres every December our town holds a number of night markets called The Red Lantern markets. Everything sold there is hand made and usually by local people. The necklace above is a lace heart, given to me by a friend who has a stall at these markets. It was an unexpected Christmas gift when I eyed it off when I attended the last market leading up to Christmas.


This particular dress is crafted from old tea towells and it is my new tea party dress. I have worn it a few times now to a tea party I held, to a jazz gig and to a New Year's Eve picnic on the foreshore. If you have been known to frequent Bondi Markets the lady who created this dress used to attend those quite a bit before she found it too hard to compete with prices. I love wearing this dress, even if it is quite a bit more low cut and revealing than I am used to, even with a slip. 


 apple and cinnamon tea

 my gorgeous record/cd player


 

bye bye birdies

Monday, 3 May 2010

Pierrot the clown

This is the new skirt I bought at the markets on Saturday. Thought I might try it out today, though with the all black palette I felt a little bit like a waitress haha.

I was also ready a lot earlier than I usually am so I decided to put my hair up for once. I've been wearing my hair like this on and off again for years now. It's so exciting to see it coming into vogue! Of course, with my length, the braids wrap all the way around my head. I can't wear it too long or the weight gives me a headache.

my 13 year old cat, Poppy. I have 4 cats =D


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Saturday, 1 May 2010

All the trees of the field will clap their hands...

Today I had a lovely day with my friend Ella. We have some great markets here that are held on the first Saturday of every month. The great thing about them is that you can only sell things that you have made yourself. It's a great source of handmade clothes, jewellery, accessories, knitted things, homewares, organic food etc.

I am now of course completely broke. I got a new cushion by the lady who made my quilt. Same fabrics and everything. I had always intended to get a couple of her cushions but I haven't been to the markets this year until now. I also got a new skirt, some stuffed owl badges, Greek almond shortbread, vegetable curry, a crocheted beanie and some small gifts for mother's day.

Today was also the cultural STOMP festival. It wasn't as good as it usually is as it got washed out quite early this morning and only a few stragglers had returned when we were there. Ella and I did however sign a petition to save some really old figs. I have already signed it before but the man said I may as well sign this one as well. Around the heart of our city (also called 'town') a lot of the streets are lined in fig trees. This of course results in cracked and raised footpaths and fig and fruit bat droppings but I see no problem with this if we are gifted with such lovely trees in return.

The council has decided that these trees are a risk and will fall on someone's head and so must be cut down. They've fenced off the street as much as they can given that it is the street that houses the main art gallery and library and erected signs and have forbidden people to park under the trees. I can see no justifiable reason why, with a little trimming and careful watching, these trees can't stay.

I will put the link to the petition here. If you stumble across this and happen to feel as I do, please sign it. I am not sure if you have to be a resident to count but what they hell, why not.

http://saveourfigs.wordpress.com/no seating or trees will whack you over the head and chase you down the street.