I’m meeting Saucy for breakfast, has become a euphemism for, I’m going to spend cash on stuff that neither I nor anyone else needs.
We meet on Golborne Road, usually on a Friday to catch the market. There’s a mix of tat and what I think of as, elevated tat. The sort that suggests, in some circles, a level of home interior aesthetic sophistication. Still just tat.
All my breakfasts with Saucy do indeed involve breakfast. The last one was with both herself and an old friend who used to work out of a room in our shop. Years have passed since The Argentinian moved home, but these years dissolved to nothing when we met and chit chatted. We reminisced a bit, talked briefly about life, mostly the conversation centred around the offerings on market stalls. It was a very nice outing. Just as it should be.
Other activities included the purchase of a dinosaur egg bubble wand and a fancily framed mirror. As a general rule my purchases are fabulous and always a bargain. I can usually manufacture a reason for buying an item if pushed.
There are exceptions.
It possibly goes without saying that I have no actual need in my middle age for a dinosaur bubble wand, or indeed any bubble wand. Does anyone? It may not be so obvious to those who don’t know itrw me, who have never visited my home or my studio, but I really don’t need a fancy mirror. I have an entire wall devoted to fancy mirrors in my studio, another one partially covered in them and a few more scattered about. That’s just in my work place. I’m going to use the frame for a collage I tell those people who raise an eyebrow or give me the side eye. It is gorgeous and was very cheap I insist. Well it was. Honestly. Gorgeous and very cheap.
I recently put a self imposed ban on the purchase of anymore shirt dresses or new lengths of fabric with which to make shirt dresses. I am adding to this, no more fancy mirrors, no more bubble wands. I won’t ban actual breakfasts on the market, coffee and croissant and the like, but I definitely need to focus on what not to buy after eating when life feels good and all seems well with the world.
I’m still actively looking for a reasonably priced big china dog. Big like life size or a close approximation.
Why?
Oh shut up…
fat tart 