Like everyone says, Spring has sprung! As far as I know, it’s getting quite warm, and despite that Mum has bought us both a pair of funny knitted socks. Gus’ are light brown, with an upward twirl at the end. They really make him look like a wooden toy.
Mine are brighter, red and white, and the slightest bit bigger. They don’t have the twirl, but are comfy all the same.
The funny socks come from a funny market, the Maitland Market. Let me tell you my story. Or maybe I should say, the Maitland Market’s story.
Mum and Dad adore going into tiny markets, nowhere near as big as the Queen Victoria one, but they hate hate hate the supermarket. At first, I thought it would have nothing to make it stand out. But I was wrong. It was a couple of stalls in this big shed. Hmm, maybe a bit different. Hardly any of the markets are indoors.
I had a lot of fun trying on those big floppy hats. I guess you could call it a beret. But I already had enough hats, and it was too big for me, anyhow. Then Mum said Gus was trying on some booties. She was talking about the socks, which would later be referred to as ‘Murkies’. I rushed to see these shenanigans, half expecting Gus to be seeing how well he could fit his foot into a sock for a baby, but he was actually wearing light brown knitted socks, fitting him perfectly.
I happily browsed through the sparkly plastic gems and lacey coat hangers and lobster clasps and pretty little boxes and weird scarves with strange things on the end, until…..
Continue in Spring has Sprung 2 to find out what happens next!
List of Characters: Gus. Mum. Me, a.k.a. the rude interrupter.
“Hey!” I shout. “Just kidding!
I did not interrupt. The ‘Continue in Spring has Sprung 2 to find out what happens next!‘ sign is the rude interrupter! Read on now to find what happens next!
I happily browsed through the sparkly plastic gems and lacey coat hangers and lobster clasps and pretty little boxes and weird scarves with strange things on the end, until…..
Until I saw a man in a study, painting something with watercolours. He had lots of paintings in his studio, obviously done by him. Judging by the way Mum was strolling over, she had spotted him too. Mum and the man and Dad chattered away casually. My favourite painting had a dead boab and a family in the Red Centre.
In the end, Mum bought a carton of different coloured eggs, some lemons, and my socks and Gus’.
On the way back, Gus wanted to say something about moccasins. He got all mixed up with Birkenstocks, so it came out Mirkenstocks. That’s how the socks got their nickname.