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Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
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9:33p - Sunday was fun but it’s back to work on the 6.30am bus tomorrow
8.28 am – made the bus with 30 seconds to spare. Rainy Sundays are delightfully cliché and I don’t mind skipping a sleep-in if I’m eating breakfast out. For once I didn’t get pancakes or eggs benedict and instead breakfasted on this delicious European style breakfast plate which was just my thing. Cold meats, a hard-boiled egg, cheeses and dips, tangy slices of beer bread.
Michelle, her friends Jay-Dee and Helen and I made for a happy breakfast party. We were getting ready for Michelle’s third and final day at the Hope St markets down the road. And, despite a mild case of anxiety earlier on in the week, she did superbly. Her vintage scrabble pendants and brooches were a hit (and even got featured in the Good Weekend – one for the scrapbook!) and I loved watching people going through her tiny badges and stickers. Watching people select scrabble letters was intriguing. I imagined what peoples names were when they bought them (the girl who bought an E was surely an Ellen) and I thought it was super cute that my brother and his gf got their respective initials and traded.
Earlier on in the week I helped out in Michelle’s studio, which was a riot of inspiration and good-looking things. One of my most favourite things about Shell is that she is a keen appreciator. She not only notices things but documents them and then makes them into beautiful re-usable things. So Thursday, I had a great time hanging out in her creative space, eating cake, drinking coffee, chatting and listening to music all whilst sewing, cutting and folding stuff for her to take to market.
Back at Hope st, Frankie had a cake pet stall which was slow to open but Jay-Dee was quick to spot a lady cradling what looked suspiciously like a patty pan. A quick is-it-or-isn’t-it? debate ended with Jay-Dee making a bee-line for the stall and returning with sweet sweet goodies. What is a weekend without a cupcake??
And brown paper packages?
I went home with Shelbyville paraphernalia along with some fairly ridiculous but completely necessary purchases. Like an oversized cream silk flower pin for my hair, which I intend to wear daily. And a navy bonnet of a hat, ready for those sleepy bus rides home from the city when uni starts up again.
It was still raining by the time I left and I took shelter in the Dymocks super-store as I waited for the hourly bus to take me home. The experience would have been all the more romantic (I picked up my first Virginia Woolf book and some Bach sheet music, determined to get back into the piano this week…) if the counter-girl hadn’t been chewing gum so enthusiastically and being generally surly as she chucked my purchases into a bag. Yay for Chinese New Year funds!
There was a perspex box of freshly baked scones sitting on the dining table when I got home at 5pm, slightly delirious, very starving and borderline evil. It even had multiple gold and burgundy ribbons tied around it. Carla and Geoff were over and she made scones! Yay! As I scraped the last drops of raspberry jam onto the little fluffy creature she appeared and placed a box of freshly whipped cream on the counter.
And then it 6.30 and Rines was sitting outside ready to pick me up for dinner. We ate big fat bowls of creamy pasta (what did I feel like eating? She had asked as I got in the car. Gnocchi I replied straight-away and she laughed, having meant a general cuisine. But she was happy to go along with my very specific craving) followed by huge cups of tea and hot chocolate. It was great to spend time with Rines, she’s incredibly optimistic whilst maintaining a sense of reality. Although she was convinced we wouldn’t get booked that night, because she left a note for the Ranger.
And so it's back to work tomorrow - it's been nearly 2 weeks since I worked at the cake store and I'm looking forward to reading books again behind the counter and pastries. I hope it's still raining!
S
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