...Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
A few weeks ago there was an anklebiter uprising and the weekend before last was declared a market-free zone. To set things back to right, the Mr and I put our conniving, cunning heads together and this weekend we visited two.
Conniving and Cunning Plan Number One
Farmer’s Market at the Collingwood Children’s Farm. My kids love the place, even if the conditions were what I imagine a snowstorm to be minus snow. As well as those chickens with feather foot warmers, we saw a real and generously proportioned pig. Should you wish to buy, his organic cousin comes sausage-shaped.
Conniving and Cunning Plan Number Two
The Great Market Challenge: Part One. Inspired by the nursery rhyme, the first of these (ahem) weekly challenges, is to locate as many pigs as possible. Warthogs and flying pigs permissible. Degree of difficulty: 8.5 (Camberwell Market is a busy, buzzy place and only one of our number exceeds 153cm).
The final tally:
Not bad, don’t you think? Especially given our search was limited to the main thoroughfare and fronts of stalls. The good news is, it turns out Camberwell Market pig farmers are exceedingly generous with their wares. We arrived home again, home again, jiggety-jig, with two piggy donations.
Considering the constant kid monitoring and pig spotting, I owe it to my finely-tuned peripheral vision for treasure unearthing. This 1" x 1.5" card of antique, miniscule (doll?) button-lets:
A similarly sized, intricate objet d’art:
And some nice typography: