18 October 2014

Desperate and De-Lovely!

I had two reasons for a trip to the big city of Melbourne recently.  One was to see my eldest who is in the midst of exams and finishing up his three year uni course.  I thought a nice lunch out with Mum might be in order.

The second was to try and find a reasonably priced DVD sets of Desperate Housewives Series five, six, seven and eight.  Why? Am I hooked on this show, you ask?   I find each of the characters (except one) has an endearing quality that I like or I admit, I can relate to in some way.    I love that, in the ideal world of Wisteria Lane the flower gardens are always in bloom and it always seems to be sunny!   In spite of this,  their "ordinary" lives are somehow excessively dramatic - leaving me thankful that mine is not!  I have tried to buy the said discs on Ebay but still found those pricey!  Mmm...funds are tight.

The trip was without incident, until I came closer to the city and I inadvertently veered off onto another part of the freeway which leads to the west of Melbourne and the Great Ocean Road.  How did it happen, I don't know.  I have done this trip many, many times before.  I was jammed into a five lane freeway heading toward the beach, the city being left far behind.  I was desperate to find a way off.  Speeding cars and five lanes are not my best friend and lead to increasing anxiety levels!  Immediate action was called for as I took the next available left to a suburb called Sunshine, travelling through  the industrial area.  I wondered if I was ever going to see civilization again.  Referring to my map on two occasions, I finally entered the city from the westerly direction instead of the north, adding 30 kilometres to the trip.

I made it to my sons house 1 1/2 hours later than I planned.  He had just got out of bed at 12 noon and was not at all worried!   I was parched and desperate for a very strong coffee and toilet break.  The lovely thing was that he put on his good clothes to go out for lunch with me.  Something most 22 year old young men would not be bothered to do!   A most enjoyable lunch was shared at a quaint little cafe.  We visited a vintage shop or two after lunch to specifically look for the desperate girls!  My son  knows when his mother is on a mission, there is no stopping her!  No luck with our quest so far! 

Early afternoon saw him set off to work, so I had time to do a little browsing and shopping.  I wanted to find an antique store called The Waverley Antique Bazaar that I had discovered on the internet.  It was further out of the city and required even more driving and navigating, this time without getting lost!  It was a large white warehouse, surrounded by other industrial type buildings and a huge car park in the centre.  I was having second thoughts as the sign only said Wholesale Antiques, with no shop front.  I  thought to myself, I have come all this way, just take a quick look.  Well, I walked into a huge warehouse with 200 stalls of some of the most unique and least expensive antiques and collectables I have seen.  A lovely time was had as I wandered the aisles browsing to my hearts content.  Bucket loads of doileys and cute linens, a gracious green vase, a felt coat hanger or two, a ship in a bottle and a holder for pots later, I left feeling hugely satisfied with my lot.  Have you ever had a desperate day turn into something quite de-lovely?  


Ship Ahoy!


Sweet ditzy daisy table mat 


Did I buy a pair of bloomers?  See below.


Hankerchief keeper


Feeling blue-buy a doiley or two!


A fifties style silk scarf for every de-lovely lady









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