The Best Little Market Stall Not in Texas.

 Hello & Welcome to Me.
I'm slightly disappointed with this greeting because I've used it before & I like to think that I can come up with a Different Greeting every time. Sadly, it appears that I can't, so I'll just have to press on regardless.

Today's topic is: The Best Little Market Stall Not in Texas. For some reason I again feel Slightly Disappointed that I didn't give you any advance notice that it was on. It would have been such fun to have slowly built up the excitement over a period of weeks, or perhaps even months so that you'd be Quivering with Anticipation (to quote 'Rocky Horror Picture Show')  to hear a Blow-by-Blow Description of The Stall & be walked through the Inevitable Cavalcade of Photos.
So, let's cut to the chase & get down to business & any other Cliche that I can think of while we're at it.
Look above. You can see that I shared the stall (actually it was 3 stalls) with The Ex-School Nurse & her daughter Guinevere. Here is Mother & Daughter below wearing french stripes. I feel that they were both channelling Emanuelle Alt or whatever her name is from 'French Vogue'. I, on the other hand was channelling Sharon Stone in the movie Casino.

ATTENTION:  I just unwittingly deleted the photo of Guinevere & The Ex-School Nurse  that was meant to go HERE. I'm now more than Mildly Irritated but far too tired to put it back in. Anyway, I wouldn't know how to position it back in its rightful place.  So, just imagine a stylish mother & daughter happily smiling at the camera both wearing French style striped tops.



 We always choose to go the same market. Rozelle Market. I think it's the best market in Sydney. Of course I've formed this opinion without bothering to attend any other market, so I guess you can say that this is an Uniformed Decision. But then, so many of my decisions (& perhaps yours too) are Uniformed.
One of my Lesser Life Rules is to Never Bother Researching Anything.  It saves loads of time & you have the thrill & excitement of never knowing how anything is going to turn out until it's over.
Market Gripes
But maybe, just this once,  we should have investigated some other markets perhaps in more Upmarket Areas because one thing that really got up my goat was The Haggling. And the pointing out of a nasty stain on a skirt, or that the inside of a handbag smelt of mould. Or the fact that a pair of leather boots with a $5 price tag would need at least fifteen  bucks worth of re-heeling. Quelle Horreur!
And why don't people buy Brown Clothes? I had one Perfectly Wonderful brown 'Kate Sylvester' dress & one Perfectly Reasonable 'Zara Basic' brown dress that perhaps two hundred women picked up during the course of the day. Some of them inquired the price. And all of them put the dresses down after a closer inspection. If you are one of those people who Eschew Brown, you honestly don't know what you're missing.

In spite of the above, we had a great day. And lots of colourful customers. Like the lady above who wore a large Kimono with a Wild Goose or a Turkey in full flight on the back. Maybe it was a Swan. She had on these amazing shoes that were full of Deliberate Holes & seemed to be made from a fibre that Astronauts might wear on an important Space Mission. The Ex-School Nurse  recognised the shoes as soon as she clapped eyes on them & became excited. And I think she declared that she wanted some.
Of course, I was in Two Minds as I'm now a Total Convert to High Heels. But I'd be interested if  they make a Stiletto Version.

 I was thrilled that the same lady whose name I now can't remember generously submitted her hands for a photo. I just loved her collection of Blue Rings, particularly the luminous Blue Watch Ring.

 This young lady caught my eye. I loved everything about her look including a little gold stud  (or was it a diamond?) that was positioned in the middle of one of her front teeth.

 Christina, is an artist & a filmaker, who literally glowed. Guinevere caught a glimpse of her elaborate Headpiece & pointed her out to me as a possible subject. I chased after her & breathlessly asked to take her photo & she graciously accepted. In fact, everyone I asked this time accepted. Thank you.
I would like to wear Elaborate Headpieces myself, but I fear that they might interfere with The Slightly Slutty look I'm currently going for.  Besides, I feel that Headwear accentuates my nose & makes me look a little Canary-like, but  Not Toucan-like.

 I've always admired The Alice Band. Years ago, I made a number of fruitless attempts at wearing them. But they always slid down my skull. But this lady, who owns 'Recycled Rags' in Neutral Bay, wears it perfectly. The wonderful blue necklace that looks like Prehistoric Rocks from perhaps The Neon Age create a dramatic effect with the Red lipstick. That's another thing that I can't wear. Red Lipstick. But I intensely admire it on others.
In fact, you know how I'd ideally like to look?
Like Dusty Springfield  in the Sixties. Acres of  Aeronautically Designed Bleached Blonde Ringlets, false eyelashes, black eyeliner & pale lipstick. What a knockout.

 I'm getting near the end & of course I'm getting a Bit Tired. I'm desperate to get into bed & listen to Olivia Newton John singing 'Phenomenal Woman' on my iPod. It's my new favourite song. The lyrics are from the poem, 'Phenomenal Woman' by Maya Angelou.
So, I'll now write in Point Form:
* Loved the Slightly 'Flintstones' Look of the beautiful girl above.
* Had a great time.
* Sold lots, although not everything.
* Bought dress, below from Ex-School Nurse.
* Desperate to wear it.
* Didn't wear heels to market. Had to Be Sensible.
*Still had sore feet at the end of the day.