I love it when Edie doesn't know I'm watching her. It is like I get a quiet, fleeting little minute to see her - really see her. My precious little girl. She was so intent on her drawing that she didn't see me peeking out from my study... we'd just been down the local Sunday market, where I picked up the little chairs and table. We managed to walk down and back with the pram before the heavens opened. She was completely taken with the fact that she had her own special 'Edie table and chairs' - she got her crayons and paper and started drawing straight away. Time moves faster when you love.
...it appears that I may have some street cred with some local 8 year olds. Made a bag like the one above for my friend's sons birthday but in orange and black- he liked it so much he put in an order for his mate. Word up, like, sweet! (bro, YO!, ya dig?)
...and then there's these lovelies from my favourite stall at the Esk Market. I'd been eyeing them off for a while, then this Sunday gone I pounced -on one- I'm on a budget. But the lovely stallholder threw the other one in too - so stoked. They are old cadbury tins the size of a medium bucket...
...and this awesome vintage fleece - just part of a gifted, rather than thrifted stash from the lovely Bec. She makes lovely screen printed t-shirts for kids. We sat next together at the Mother's Market way back in far last December. She visited me at 
Which brings me to this little beauty. Part of a family of six - they are the spoils of my first ever auction ... being a bit green and having to drop Dunc off at the airport... I dropped Loz off at the auction so she could raise her hand on my behalf. When I got back an hour or so later she informed me my lot hadn't come up ... and then they broke for lunch. To cut a long story short - come 4 hours later and a whole lot of stress thinking that we were placing bids by touching our hair or blinking (not realising it was the group of dealers bidding behind us) I bid furiously against one other and won ... it was one of the last items - we were there all day! But wasn't it worth it?? Which brings me to my next three photos... Spoils of garage sale warfare which have lasting scars...One sale so little time...
...and then this - and where my wretched neurosis begins. I found an odd plate or two and then enquired if there were any others. She said she had 'a few more boxes inside'. I had to go drop Dunc off at Uni so I said I would return - she held some stuff and said 'I will see what I can find'. I returned and she had found a few more pieces - 1 dinner plate, 5 saucers, 2 cups, 3 bowls, 2 side plates - but she told me she HAD THE WHOLE SET - it was just too much for her to get the other boxes. I tried to say I would come back later -blocked- I asked if I could come back next week -rejected- I tried using my daughter as collateral -no cigar - I mean it was a garage sale ...why tantalise me with just a few pieces! and I just couldn't leave them there, all alone, so I took the motley crew home...so now I have to walk, or drive past her house DAILY and all I can think of is that the rest of the set is in there waiting for me - my little NZ Ironstone ware speaks to me 'help me, Gemma. I miss the rest of my family' and I am helpless. So now I am just waiting for the next garage sale...it is a weekend ritual to just check... a few times...just incase she slept in...
...and she actually pulled it off - just one name came out ...congratulations 
You are the winners of this wee apron and sun bonnet with vintage button detail. 
And you're West Australian ... as a born and bred sandgroper - this makes me smile. They are a duo ...girls after my own heart they makes clothes inspired by the ones their Mum's made them in the 70s. I looked good in the 70s thanks to Loz. Good times. Drop me an email gals so I know where in WA to send the booty.
