My very White weekend

Some time ago, my oldest daughter was sitting on the couch multi-tasking. You may do some of this yourself, in my daughter’s case it was watching Trinny and Susannah, chatting on Facebook and reading a blog. She suddenly burst out laughing and announced, ‘Mum, you are so white.’ Yes, true, sun-baking and fake tanning have never been my thing. But apparently she was referring to the fact that I am a left-leaning, inner city type with a fondness for certain kinds of stuff. If you’ve never read or heard of Stuff White People Like then check it out, they have a list of stuff white people like, it’s very funny. But to help you out, here’s a taste of my weekend.

Early Saturday morning I collected the same mocking daughter and headed for the Eveleigh St Farmers Market (#5). In my French Provincial Market basket (not on list, but should be), I had my iPhone (#40), and my Moleskine notebook (#122). I was wearing a scarf (#97) – The Leopard print one, currently my favourite (see previous post on my scarf addiction). I immediately queued up at the Colombian coffee (#1) stall for my cappuccino, made by a very cool barista wearing trendy-geek glasses. The coffee queue is always the longest, except for the Billy Kwong queue, which is nearly as long as their restaurant queue any given Friday night.

Market scene captured on my iPhone

Coffeed-up, we made a plan. We’d work our way through the market and then come back for what we needed. We ditched this plan almost immediately when I tried some organic (#6) mandarins and bought them, in case they sold out. And once the wallet was opened the buying began. The produce is fresh and so well-priced, we told ourselves, we bought enough to feed the neighbourhood, forgetting that we’d be back next week to do it all again.

After the market we headed up to King St Newtown and wandered in and out of bookshops with community noticeboards offering writing workshops (#21) which, I wouldn’t be doing this weekend, because I did one last weekend. We had another coffee (#1) served by a waiter with the cover of the Joy Division album tattooed on his arm (almost covered by #121) and finally headed home to our respective inner city abodes.

That afternoon I did a spot of blogging (another not on the list that should be), checking for any grammar(#99) mistakes and caught up on Facebook (#106), Twitter and read the Spectrum lift out of the SMH while my youngest was having a rest.

Over a red wine (#24) with dinner, my husband and I discussed what we might watch – Juno (#57)? Already seen it, and all of The Wire (#85) and Mad Men (#123) so we decided to continue with our complete re-viewing of  The West Wing.

Sunday morning I often like to go to yoga (#15), but had more important things to do this very White weekend. It was the The National Day of Action for Climate Change so off we went, me, the husband and our 4 yo to the rally in Prince Alfred Park and politely voiced our concern at the plight of the planet and inaction of the politicians in Australia. ( I should point out that numbers 122, 97, 40 and 1 all played a very active role in the proceedings.)

The Polite Carbon Tax Rally

The weekend was rounded off with a  1 year old’s birthday party and a visit to The Vivid Festival (almost #3) to see the light installations on the Opera House, Customs House and the Museum of Contemporary Art. And there was the melting Ice Bear to check out.

There is only one way to end such a White weekend, a good book and a cup of green tea (#13).

2 thoughts on “My very White weekend

  1. Lucky you weren’t at Eveleigh Markets the previous weekend because that would also have coincided with the TED conference (#134).

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