My Wanderin' Days

Looking for work is a necessary evil and an administrative bore, but one should not overlook the potential and the pure beauty of the state of unemployment.  Such as being able to wander around on a bright, sunny spring day, quaffing chai lattes and/or coffee and admiring the quirky kitsch aesthetic of Melbourne's inner suburbs, unharassed by the weekend hordes.

Seven years is a long time and I cannot remember whether Collingwood and Fitzroy were as full of boutiques selling all manner of lovely things then as compared to now. But who's quibbling?







[caption id="attachment_564" align="aligncenter" width="246" caption="A 'doilied' tree."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_565" align="aligncenter" width="246" caption="Flags made out of tea towels."][/caption]