I think the reason why I don’t go out much is because people irritate me so much.

Karen and I went to the Finders Keepers markets at Carriageworks tonight.  Ah, an idea always so full of promise but lacking in execution.  I quite like wandering around markets and looking at things, even if there’s nothing I end up buying.

But tonight it was just not that fun.  First of all it was hard to get anywhere near the front of any of the stalls.  The place was jam packed full of hipsters wandering around with glasses of wine, poring over the lovely, but expensive things.  People would obstinately take up the whole stall so no one else could browse while they tried on jewellery and hats, or sometimes were just being clueless and standing in the way, having conversations.  Some people took their massive jogging prams with them to a crowded market and then expected the crowds to part for them (I do not understand why people do this.  I understand that parents want to go to markets, but why take the pram?  Not all do - a friend of mine made sure she put her baby in a sling/pouch whenever we went to something like a market, there is no way she would have taken the pram).

And owls.  Owls, owls, owls, owls.  Red riding hoods.  Matryoshka dolls.  Owls.  I guess the craft/handmade/design world is as subject to fashion as the mainstream, but it seems that these were the same popular themes the last couple of times I went to Finders Keepers.  I must say, I haven’t seen anything outstandingly original or anything that I would slap down my money for since the first one I went to in Surry Hills, when it was called Hope Street Markets.

But maybe I’m just in a bad mood.  And did I mention how I don’t like people?