Where's an ark when you need it?

Nobody loves to see green gardens more than I do, but this is ridiculous.  It's been a couple of weeks of disasters from Queensland right down the eastern coast of Australia.  You know it's bad when they postpone a rugby league test match between Australia and New Zealand!  And it's not over yet.  Our first floor unit has suffered some water damage, with our bedroom and my sewing room having the carpets ripped up and the underlay removed.  As a result, I am in no man's land, with my sewing machines sitting in the middle of the room awaiting repairs to the offending window flashing and wrongfully sealed up brick weep holes.  Still, we know are so fortunate when we read the terrible stories that abound up and down the coast.

However, there was a bright spot in our week.

There was a time when I would buy magazines at the drop of a hat.  In fact, I was known as the Magazine Queen, a title I have now bestowed on The Middle Child.  Over the years my magazine enthusiasm has waned, but this particular publication caught my attention and I had to buy.

Perhaps the article on page 48 had something to do with it. 

This magazine oozes class.

It sets a very high benchmark and it has impeccable taste.  I'm not saying that because it features my daughter.  Scout's honour.

With all the turmoil, sewing has been put on the back burner.  I was a fair way along with this little dress when the cyclonic winds, rain and hail descended on Sydney (we dodged the hail thank goodness).  I have terrible withdrawal symptoms but with a little luck the machines will be zipping along again next week.

In the meantime, I'll find a lovely warm corner and read my magazine.

Where's Noah when you need him?

I love a sunburnt country,

A land of sweeping plains,

Of ragged mountain ranges,

Of droughts and flooding rains.

I love her far horizons,

I love her jewel-sea,

Her beauty and her terror -

The wide brown land for me!

Many years ago when I was a mere slip of schoolgirl, every child in Australia knew these lines by Dorothea MacKellar off by heart.  It was virtually our anthem.

Well, we have come out of years of drought only to plunge straight into the flooding rains - no pause to catch our breath - straight into it.

Of course, it didn't auger well for the BrisStyle Indie Designers Market yesterday.  Perhaps that's an understatement.

This was the view from our car at 6.30 yesterday morning as we pulled in for fuel on the way to set up for the market.  I wasn't what you'd call confident.  However, Mr Fudge had checked out the radar over Hamilton and assured me that all would be well.  And true to his word, the rain had stopped by the time we arrived and stayed away for the best part of the morning.

I love arriving at the early hour to be welcomed by fellow BrisStylers, full of warm greetings and enthusiasm for the day ahead.  Outside marquees were being erected, cars unloaded and inside the hall we plunged into getting our stalls ready for the start of business.

My lovely neighbours were Melanie of Kimono Reincarnate, Renee of Renee's Artwork, and Eliza of Warm Sigh Soap.

Kimono Reincarnate

Renee's Artwork

Warm Sigh Soap

Poor Eliza had a bad dose of laryngitis, but in true spirit she made the best of the situation.  She had printed out a stack of signs guaranteed to answer just about any question thrown in her direction.  It was so funny to watch the customers' reactions when confronted with a printed sign suddenly thrust before their startled eyes, explaining the situation.  The frown of concentration would turn to a smile of recognition and sympathy.  Any question on the variety of soaps for sale had a ready response.  I guarantee if someone asked her who was the first man to conquer Mt Everest, she would whip out her Edmund Hillary sign.   What a trouper. 

The shoppers were a happy lot and were enjoying the BrisStyle Market experience.

I quickly sold a couple of dresses and this Christmas Tree bunting sold faster than the proverbial hot cakes.  In no time at all they were completely sold out, even my display garland, which was quickly replaced with my everyday bunting.  (Mental note to self: make Christmas Tree bunting for the Twilight Market on 17 December.)

The little children were fascinated by the lights decorating my table and I must admit I was a little mesmerised by them as well. 

Then the heavens opened up and things looked a little bleak.

The rain poured down ferociously; however, the hardier breed of shopper simply wrung out their rain-sodden hair and kept on shopping.  In the end it was decided to close down the outdoor section of the market for safety reasons.  

I take my hat off to those girls.  Inside they must have been devastated, but the cheerful front they presented was nothing short of heroic.  Some of them told me that up until the nasty downpour it had been their best market day to date, so at least that's some consolation.  It was indeed heartwarming to observe the stall holders helping each other out with plastic sheets, umbrellas, anything to keep the rain off their stock.

Not long after that, the decision was taken to close the market entirely, as it was obvious that the rain was going to hang around for quite some time.  Despite all the dramas, it was a truly lovely day, full of Christmas spirit which was helped along by these carolers who entertained the shoppers with some beautiful Celtic carols, as well as the better known Christmas carols and songs.

We Fudges had a nice bottle of wine waiting for us at home which we put to good use last night, along with a couple of delicious cupcakes from Enticing Icing.  An unusual yet strangely comforting combination to finish off the memorable day.

The winner of the Gold Medal goes to our brilliant co-organiser Helen who buoyed us all up during the day with her usual positive spin on everything.  She also took out the 100 metres freestyle, splashing from one marquee to another with words of encouragement and a lot of good old-fashioned kindness.  A class act.

Singin' in the Rain

At the risk of being accused of having a Gene Kelly fetish, I couldn't think of a better title for yesterday's BrisStyle Indie Mother & Child Market.  Someone forgot to turn off the tap over Queensland and we have been inundated with non-stop drenching rain, with flooding to the north of Brisbane.  It didn't auger well for our market, with half the participants having outdoor stalls.

Outside looked decidedly gloomy, but that little touch of pink gave a hint of what was in store for visitors inside. 

Luckily our brilliant market organisers Helen and Bel found that with a little re-arranging there was enough room indoors to accommodate all the stall holders and it made for an extremely happy atmosphere. The hall was festooned with a joyful mixture of BrisStyle and Chicks in Pink balloons, and pink was the colour of the day.

And there were so many babies - where did they all come from?  They were so adorable that I wanted to cuddle them all.

 












My Hot Fudge stand had many pink dresses in keeping with the theme of the day.  Thank goodness I had lots of sales which in turn meant that lots of Hot Fudge Choc Fudge found new homes, leaving precious little for us to indulge in last night.  If I had to look at another piece of fudge I knew I would be ill (a feeling obviously not shared by my spouse the Fudge Buster).

These lovely shoppers travelled all the way from the Gold Coast through torrential rain, after seeing our advertisement in Peekaboo Magazine.

The BrisStyle fairy spread good cheer and free balloons to the gaggle of little children in attendance.

And there were lots of adorable goodies for both children and mothers to indulge in and buy.

  

The lovely Lesley of Oz Wildlife Studio battled the elements bravely until a spot was found inside.
  

There was excellent entertainment for all courtesy of the boy band, WheeleR, who performed many of their own compositions.

The little tot to the right is enthralled with WheeleR



So here's to the mothers, fathers, babies and grandparents who braved the wild elements to do a little shopping.  We love youse all.