To Market, To Market

I really hate being on a tight budget.  Seriously, I loathe pinching pennies.  I realize this makes me sound a spoiled brat, but I can’t help it.  I work hard for my money and like spending it as I see fit.  (And spending almost half of my income on rent makes me feel like I’m being robbed on a bi-weekly basis!)  Feel free to roll your eyes at me.  It’s OK – I know I’m being whiny.  It’s just that I’ve finally discovered all of these really cool weekend markets that make me want to shop.  Stall after stall, local vendors peddle their wares and I want them.  Mostly, it’s the clothes I’m yearning for.  Retail clothing is stupidly expensive out here.  ($180 for a pair of Wrangler jeans?  Aren’t they $20 at WalMart?)  In contrast, the weekend markets are filled with new, local designers selling their frocks at a fraction of the cost.  I’m in love!!!  But, thanks to the high cost of living in Brisbane, I have to severely limit my expenditures.  (Grrrr!)  Last week, I snagged a bright pink seventies-inspired sundress.  This week, a rust-colored satiny tank top.  Great finds, but I’m lusting after several more items I simply cannot justify right now, so I’m pouting.  (Thanks for breaking down yesterday, Mr. Kia!)

Anyway, the point of this entry isn’t actually to complain.  I’m miffed about having to pass on some great clothes, but I’ll get over it.  The real point of all of this is that I’m really beginning to like living in Brisbane.  I’m enjoying exploring the fun little secrets hidden in each neighborhood.  The river, the farmer’s markets, the weekend markets, and everything in between are starting to draw me in.  In short, I’m actually enjoying myself again.  Don’t fret too much - Brisbane still doesn’t feel like home, but it’s becoming an interesting replacement.