After a long, tearful chat to my Sister, Ash and his Mum and I went to the Sunday flea market. Nelson is known for its Saturday market, probably the best in the country. On Saturdays, thousands of people come, you can buy delicious food, all sorts of cool (usually new) stuff, have coffee and see every single person you've ever met in your entire life. It's a bit overwhelming when you just want to get your week's veggies.
The Sunday market (or car boot sale) is the place for bargains. It's on a casual basis, so anyone can show up, pay a small fee and sell whatever the hell they want. You can buy everything from potted plants to antique furniture to who the hell knows? Some things are really expensive, but mostly it's people that just want to get rid of all their crap for fifty cents. Some weeks it's just a few blankets with piles of clothes and old shoes.
The general rule is to limit yourself to $20. Some weeks I spend nothing. That's not true, I always buy something. This week, I blew the budget. Ash and I ended up spending $70 between us. That includes coffee and scones (shut up) for the three of us. The market was big, we were ready. It was overcast and not hot, so we could carry a lot. Evan and Siggy left their house half an hour before we did, so I was worried that the bastards would get all the goods before we got there. The one week they went and we didn't, they scored an old card catalogue drawer, something that I've wanted FOR YEARS.
The best score so far is a brand-new meat mincer that Ash had his eye on for my Christmas present (sexy!). He, being the diligent internetarian that he is, had found out the best kind to buy from a sausage blogger. They retail for about $150, but the one at the market he scored for $8. Finally, I'll be able to make sausages sans lips and assholes. It's like living in a Fairy Tale.
I'll post photos later tonight after I seance the digital camera and perform a colonic on the firewire port. There will be pictures of depression glass! Eiderdown quilts! An old stapler! It'll be like going to Vegas with Brit-Brit and K-Fed before he got all fatherly and boring.
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Fuckin Kiwis always making references to American pop culture and shit. Just stick with what you know best: marmalade-making, ice-cream-churning wholesomeness. With your ruddy cheeks and all. Why don't you just go knit a scarf with a pistol pattern or something ironic, yet crafty, like that?
Thanks for the phone call! XOXOXO
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