I've been thinking about blogging; pictures of op shop treasures, tasty dinners and boat trips seem silly and careless after the events of the last week but these things are me. They're not important, I know that, but they are the things that make the hurdles seem smaller. Planet Blog is my happy place, a cheap, friendly, comfy world that I always look forward to visiting.
I received a text on Friday evening, asking if I was keen to 'rumble in the jumble'; I smiled all through dinner.
As a self-proclaimed junkaholic, nothing excites me more than a morning spent bumping elbows with fellow treasure hunters... and man, we are one motley crew.
Jostling their way to the front of every queue are the stern looking dealers. Behind them, tiny asian ladies grip their enormous carrier bags and bewildered bedheads mill around the edges. Island families show up early with deck chairs, picnic baskets and taupaulins in case of rain; now that's how you work a queue.
A sunny yellow lid peeks through a box of old jam jars and the 7am start this morning is suddenly worth it. After a good scrub this cast iron pot will be cooking up a ratouille storm; along with lemon, garlic and thyme lamb chops hot off the barbie with ciabatta for dunking, sounds like dinner.
On the way home I stop at the Farmers Market where nectarines, plums, sweetcorn and avocado's are piled high. This is a chi chi part of town where the crowd are more yoga pants than gumboots but the prices are low and the produce is as fresh as it comes. No one even notices my bad hair day...
I take the beach road home. A calm sea could tempt me away from weekend chores but wind and white tops mean mopped floors and a full washing line.
Let's hope the fish are still biting tomorrow...