Just a quick post, but I recently got to go with my Aunt to a cute little Night Markets and I took a lot of photos!
(That and my Aunt took some sneaky sneaky pics of me being a dweeb in public)
As a kid, I used to get so bored when my mum would drag me to the markets. I never understood why she could spend hours, picking up little jars and teaspoons with decorations on the handles with an intense look of concern and analysing. Being young, and close to my big brother, we used to play hide and seek between the clothes racks at the OP shops (Thrift stores, if you're American ;D) and scare old women who would browse at a snail pace. I would become a little slippery noodle when my mum would take me into the change room and make me try on all these different clothes, some that I LOVED (I was into pink big time) but I never really got into markets/op shops until I hit my teen years, then my passion began.
I think there comes a time when everyone becomes a lot like their parents (Or in the opposite spectrum, you become everything they aren't). I used to tease my mum about op shopping, but now I adore it. The scanning over all the antique objects, different shapes and sizes, with markings showing their previous owners, and the glorious moments when you find something that blows you out of the water and makes the whole adventure worth it. It's the search that pulls me in. What if today is the day that I find my next favourite dress, or jacket, or a book that will change me?
So, in saying that, nearly my entire wardrobe is from op shops with the exception of a few expensive winter jackets, or the essential bras/underwear (IF YOU BUY THOSE THINGS FROM OP SHOPS, YOU NEED A LESSON TO BE TAUGHT TO YOU ABOUT HOW NOT TO SELL YOUR SOUL TO THE ADVERSARY ONE. THAT IS FOUL, DISGUSTING, AND GROTESQUE IN ALL FORMS OF NATURE.) and shoes because I'm a size 5 and it's really hard to find that size anywhere. Personally, it's much easier to find modest clothes and my favourite style of clothes (Viiiintage).
It has even become a bit of a family tradition with my parents to go op shopping on Saturday mornings and find some nice bargains. It's something I love, and cherish dearly.
So I was totally up for the Night Markets. It was a pretty chilly night (If you couldn't see by all the jackets) so I hugged my aunt pretty closely to siphon all her body warmth. It was unsuccessful because she kept running off and saying, 'Oooh! Pretty!' and touching everything, leaving me back in the crowd to shuffle past people awkwardly.
There were many booths, some ranging from real made soaps from Turkey, or a chocolate booth with all different shapes and designs of chocolate even brandishing a chocolate fountain that reminded me of that picture of the bird that dips its entire body underneath a chocolate fountain. That bird lived my dream.
I personally walked away with three very pretty earrings, 3 for $25 from a delightful store named Oh, Buttons and they are beyond adorable. I've been wearing them everywhere since (and by everywhere I mean to Institute).
After our Markets trip, we decided to drive around a bit, and went to a popular 50 metre tall bell tower in Canberra called the Carillon and took some night pictures of it. It's completely different from what it is like in the day, and turns sublimely magical :)
Hope you like the photos!
Until the next adventure