We set off on a grand adventure last weekend to the Art & Design Markets held in Wollongong and run by our friends Emma Lee (of the darling shop, Milk Thieves) and Sal (of the ever pretty, Chloe and Viscount). Having never been to Wollongong before, it was really all a bit exciting.
So..We got lost (both on the way there and on the way home) and upon arrival were greeted with rain however, we found our way eventually and were tucked away up high in the third floor of the city gallery and it turned out to be a fantastic day! We sold not only our Grey Gardens creations but also those of our super hero friends-Jessica Louttit, Jayde Nicholls and Grant Hunter.
We met some lovely new people, made a little bit of Grey Gardens pocket money and also ate a pretty great veggie wrap. Oh, soda of the day was FizZzzZy Strawberries and Cream.. seriously it was the best drink ever! Photos of our stall coming soon.. for now, enjoy this photograph of the outside of the gallery featuring flowers made by Emma Lee and Sal!
Hydrangeas
On an afternoon walk around our sleepy little neighborhood we found rows upon rows of big fat hydrangeas. These gorgeous blooms are just so romantic and pander to our nostalgic sensibilities.
For our new season of little creations this flower may be a feature! That and Amy of course!
(Painting by Phillip Wilson)
We'll go to Alabama in the Spring
"...Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
Out through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows, to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was ... "
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
Out through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows, to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was ... "
Son of a Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield
Girls in spring time dresses, iced tea and cold southern winds in the morning, piano lessons, purple shadows and big feather beds.
Country girls : oh how we adore you.
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