Now don't let the chronic bitch-face fool you.
Hunting for second-hand treasures and vintage bargains while meeting amazing wenches keen to find new homes for their wares, is jolly hard work.
All that excitement can be simply too much to bear even on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.
It was another boy-free excursion for The Stylist and I when we went to the monthly West End Vintage and Designer Market.
The lassie was tired after a trip to the Sunshine Coast hinterland with her brothers on Friday, visiting cousins and their animal tribe of dogs, ducks, guinea pigs, horses and a giant feral pig.
It was Mamas turn on Saturday.
We dragged ourselves out for a spot of rummaging and noodles, which tired the poor poppet out no end.
But Mamas need outings too.
I didn't buy anything though, what I really fancied wasn't even for sale ...
But lets not go there.
Lets look at some scary fish instead.
The Stylist was busy goggling at the enormous fish ...
But it didn't come home with me.
I couldn't resist.
The fabric is pleated and so soft and I simply cannot withstand a tiered skirt.
Really, I just can't!
Five bucks.
I could have gone completely nuts at the same vendor's stall where everything was FIVE BUCKS!!!!
Yes I could have bought her entire stock, but as I'm trying to downsize my wardrobe ... yes well, not doing too good on that front am I?
I remember Farmers in the 1970s, a chain of department stores here in Australia and in New Zealand where I was born, as a most glamorous destination for a Kiwi country-bred lass.
Thanks.
I do so love a fluttery bell sleeve.
And patchwork.
And green.
And cotton maxis in our ludicrously humid summers.
And loads of frills.
Yes I do.
Oh and it was another whopping five dollars.
Weeeeee!
I hope you've an utterly exhilerating weekend!
Baci,
Desiree xoxo