Getting Away With It

Line up folks, c'mon no pushing now, I just want to give each of you a big sloppy kiss.

You told me to sleep, take a long bath, sleep, drink tea, sleep, hydrate, sleep some more.
I did and it's working well and I managed to scrape through a very busy and potentially draining weekend.
Consider yourself well and truly snogged.
You know what helped?
I spent the entire weekend in a fabulously glam 1970s dressing gown.
A fact I only just realised late Sunday when I remembered my mum owned one in blue velvet.
Don't you think that's a great way to spend a busy weekend when you're dog-tired and completely shagged?
Just slap on red lipstick, flounce about in gaudy nightwear and tell everyone it's a frock.
Bingo!

On Saturday I held my first-ever market stall at the West End Vintage and Designer Markets.
After a recent wardrobe cull, I thought I had enough spare gear to fill a shop.
How wrong I was.
There were plenty of first-timers there too, with racks bursting to capacity with the overflow from their wardrobes.
I had a pathetic amount of gear to sell in comparison.

Little signs made by The Stylist and it was her idea to keep a bowl of lollies topped up all day:).

The market was held in a lovely bar with cosy couches indoors, outdoor seating under an enormous Moreton Bay fig tree and plenty of funky beats to keep our energy levels up all day.
Thank you God, for bringing James Brown into the world!

I bought the sumptuous velvet and gold braid dressing gown/frock at Aid for the Blind last week for just four bucks!

I took your advice from an earlier post and brought along a wee helper.

The Stylist had been counting down the days to market day and she was stoked about being there to help out.

She played an invaluable part in rescuing our clothing racks from falling apart, serving customers and basically running the show while I flung myself on a couch and supervised proceedings, feeling pretty smug and fabulous.

It was pretty much The Stylist's show and I think, dear reader, we've given birth to a budding market queen as she popped business cards into bags and knew exactly the right moment to start marking things down, with mama's approval.  

We were there to get rid of stuff, not take it all back home!

I sold a couple of headbands to some gorgeous lassies who felt the magic power of the flower as soon as they popped on a tiara:).

I mean really, is this the gorgeous face of an angel or what?
She and her friend had a stall next to us and she bought this headband and an 80s silver foil jacket from me:).
I bought a gorgeous pair of bronze lace Maurie and Eve shorts from her for only ten bucks!
We also sold nearly all the clothes and some great pairs of boots and shoes, so the car was much, much lighter on the way home.  Whew!

I wanted to buy the fabulous black Misfit t-shirt in honour of our Sarah, but sadly it was a bit dear for me at $40:(.

Hanging out together:).

I'm just all glamour baby!
Come back for another kiss will ya?

The dressing-frock, as it shall be known, injected some life into the school fete the following day.
I didn't know a very, very simple outfit could create so much um ... interest!
Maybe people wish they'd worn their most glam jammies too!

I spent a couple of hours manning the plant stall, which was bliss as I really miss having a garden and getting wonderfully mucky.
The trash and treasure had this fabulous, giant 1970s lamp but I couldn't walk it home with all the indoor plant bargains we scored.
I loved it so I hope it went to a happy home.

Number 2 Son is smiling!

And after performing her fete dance, so was The Stylist.

The Stylist can get away with a pink wig ... thanks for the inspiration darling Krista!
I managed to get away with wearing a virtual-quilt for an entire busy, busy weekend, while getting plenty of kips in joyous comfort.
Thank you ALL for such kind and loving words of support in response to my last post.
I don't think you'll ever know what reading and re-reading your messages do to lift my spirits and re-fill my empty energy tank.
I have a long way to go yet, but it's wonderful to know I have loving bloggers out there who care.
Speaking of love, please pay Curtise's wonderful blog a visit and check out the circus love - it brings tears to my eyes and feeds my circus dreams.
I love youse all!
Molti, molti baci,
Desiree xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo