The fresh scent of sauces, vegetables, apples, honey, jams, plants, condiments, cupcakes, brownies, pastries, hot foods and farm-yard animals provides a sniff, sniff, sniff, sensation that lets me know I’m at the country markets. My nose is my brain’s way of telling me what stalls I want to visit. I know what I’m doing.
My shopper friends however have no such scientific approach and will visit every stall, some twice. They would hate to miss out on something no matter how small or useless. I heard one of them say “this will be great for a Christmas present in 2012” ….that’s three Christmases away!!!….. what the?
They must fulfil their bargain hunting addiction and I must, whilst looking interested, find the most efficient and shortest way back to the car. Then again I’m a man and they are women, it’s in the DNA.
I can see a beautiful little unhandled smoother in amongst this lot. The table is full of chamfer planes, Stanley scrapers and planes, saws, hammers, chisels, clamps, caliper rules and braces. I’d like to buy a bunch of them but I’m not good with my hands, I don’t know how to use any of them and I don’t have a shed to put them in…..but I’d like a collection of them anyway.
Have a look at those two bears in the middle …. yes the one looking straight at you…what’s he up to?
Are these frightful clothes for the little animals above or do real children wear them? …… maybe they’re bath mats?
Ex FBI profile artist.
I love the ever popular 1920s little black dress but when I came upon this rainbow of t-shirts I can see if you are going to go bold then go colourfully bold. Maybe you’ll catch your man with a dazzling flash of colour it works for me with my fishing lures so it will probably work for you.
Australia was first settled in late 1700’s and I think this market has collected something from every garage sale held since then. Here’s a short list of what was on offer.
Fresh and preserved flowers, local produce, recycled timber products, timber and hand-knitted toys, peg baskets, christmas decorations, Halloween witches, various native and cottage plants, handmade cane and twine baskets, fashion accessories, antiques, artwork, portrait painters, books, clothing, fruit, fresh vegetables, furniture, second-hand dolls, toys and CD’s and as of course, as Jan and Joan pointed out, the world’s biggest and best sausage roll with chilli sauce.
Every market shopper was once a complete beginner. Here’s a little one getting her first day of training. From the time she was in the baby capsule her mother would have shared with her stories of how you shop. She would know what a grocery cart is, she would know that all items must be paid for and she must stand in line patiently and wait until it is your turn to go through the line. She would know, but not understand, how you become invisible when you go to ask assistance from that very rare species, the store employee.
My shopper-friends on the other hand are battle tested veterans. Their modus operandi is simple and straightforward:
- Shop with passion
- Have ambition and enthusiasm
- Have the ability to walk very slowly and visit every stall
- Have the ability to stay just out of reach and eye contact of stall-holders
- Be able to lie to their face and say “no thanks my friend bought me one of those last time we were here”
- Ability to resist the natural call until you find the next convenience
- Ability to ask a complete stranger where the toilet is