Cool vintage kid stuff.

My friend Emma has a really, really, really cool vintage shop called Dear Pluto however it doesn't seem as if reproduction has yet hit the first wave of Surry Hills hipsters so unfortunately she doesn't have much vintage kid stuff in her shop.

However, a friend of Emma's put me onto this fairly awesome kid's market where you can buy a bunch of second hand toys, clothes and furniture and stuff.  

The next market in the Sydney area on March 25 at Five Dock, but they happen all the time - here is the info 

Emma's friends advice was:

"As I mentioned to you, its not only clothes and toys being sold there....she'll find everything from prams, to car seats, to rockers and more. The only thing is, she'll need to get there very early (i.e. right on opening) in order to get the good stuff!"

Ok good - so I'll be the size of a massive person by then (the kid is due the week after) so I'll either play it up enormously or send in old m8 to do the dirty work. 

Save the world, don't have children.

SHIT. 


No longer can I justify my (fairly infrequent, yet still highly GHG intensive) travel, with claims that "Yeah, well I don't have nor do I intend to have kids so I can fly now and again".

There is a person being cooked in my belly. She'll be out soon.

Technically, I guess that now makes me a 'Mummy Blogger' which make my face involuntarily grimace and gives me a vague panicky feeling. So you would be doing me a favour by promising to make loud terrible comments if it gets too 'Mumsy'.

Anyway.

Just for shits and giggles, and with the optimism of a person who's still technically childless,  I have decided not to buy my kid anything new.

Partly because of the environment, partly because I don't have much money and mostly as a massive 'Fuck You' to every since company and piece of media that has been bombarding and manipulating me into thinking that I need to buy all this junk new.

I'll use this blog to let you know if it's possible, beg occasionally or whinge.

I'm writing the rules over the next couple of days, if you have suggestions then please leave them below.

Promise not to get emo.

Bloody hippies.

Dear Pluto...An ode to slow fashion.

So Dear Pluto,

I would like to thank you for your rummaging, picking, and preening through cast-offs to give me some lovely old things to look at and choose.

Because it makes me sad that so much new 'stuff' is created every day, especially when there are so many old things that are just as fine and already proven to withstand the test of time.

I'm bored of the hurried, stock-standard, one-size-fits-all, kiddie-hurting fashion and fickle trends - I'm over the 'same'.

So, Dear Pluto. I'm really looking to coming and checking you out at your new home on Wilshire St, and hope to see all my friends there too.

www.dearpluto.com