fetes and fairs
8 November 2008
Something I like about my new neighbourhood is they do a bloody good fete. On election day, for example, the local primary school was taking advantage of the through traffic to the polling booths by holding a fete, complete with merry-go-round, fairy floss, home made cakes, plant stall, bric-a-brac and sausage sizzle. The smell and the sounds have not changed a bit since I was a kid, and the bric-a-brac stall can still provide a vast array of junk at bargain prices (somewhere in the attic of my parents’ house is a box of china swans, snowdomes, little fancy jars and empty compacts with cracked mirrors which represents much wasted pocket money at bric-a-brac stalls).
Then last saturday, there was another fete at the church down the road, this time with a pavlova stall, second hand clothes, more plants, more cakes and devonshire teas. I watched Michelle and her choir, and took home a truly awesome chocolate cake.
My vintage purchases: A necklace and a brooch. The necklace, I was excited to discover, is a Jorgen Jensen design.