Souvenirs From The Mountains

Last Thursday, Ms Carpet's mama, "Louise", very kindly took us on a fun-filled puppy car ride and eat-and-shop expedition to the Blue Mountains (the last time I was there was two years ago!). It's only a two-hour drive out of Sydney but I came home with souvenirs from all around the world! A wooden yoyo from a cute little shop that stocks all-things French. A vintage Japanese kid's bowl (for the boyfriend) with the cutest plane and boat illustrations that reminded me of these. A felt cushion from India that I think looks like a dinosaur with non-pointy osteoderms. Some lemon-y French fizz (there were eight bottles clanking away in "Loiuse's" car on our way back). A jar of local Iron Bark honey.  

We were all so restrained with our purchases that we surprised ourselves. Haha. Three shopping girl-maniacs let loose in the "wild"! Woo! And dangerous too, I thought, because shopping with like-minded people can go terribly pear-shaped. You know, how there's no one there with opposing taste to say, "No, it's ugly. Put it back!"? Only "Yes! Buy! Ooooh! Buy! Find-of-the-century! Buy!"? A big spree followed by equally big buyer's remorse? I guess there is also a good flipside to having soul(shopping)sisters around - we know how our very similar consumaterialistic mind works and therefore have all the necessary tricks up our sleeves to stop each other from taking home a carload of things that we don't need (the cutest blue+white Polish ceramic bunny)/have to live on bread and water for until the next pay day (the most beautifully-quilted drapey asymmetrical jacket, also from Poland)/think are clutter-adding impulse buys (too many to list!).