I live in a very fashionable suburb. I didn't move here when it was fashionable mind you. When Monkey Man bought our house 17 years ago it was cheap and lots of people didn't even know where it was. But now we're super fashionable.
You can't walk about our village without tripping over a cafe chair and falling into a frothy vanilla chai latte. Which I won't complain about because I've become rather partial to a frothy vanilla chai latte. But my suburb has become rather too upmarket. Recently another funky gift store opened. The type of shop you visit if you have a lot of money and need to buy a quirky pressie for someone who has everything. And I was having a stickybeak at the quirky over-priced gifts when I noticed a little section of garden products. And my eyeballs nearly popped right out of my head.
A stick to poke a hole in your soil and deposit a seed in being sold for $45! That's right a stick. In garden circles it's called a "dibber". Admittedly it was a perfectly lovely stick that would not look out of place in a contemporary art gallery. It had a lovely smooth wooden handle with a lovely shaped metal stick bit to do the poking. And I'm sure it would do the job well. Certainly just as well as my finger.
And there was an "eco" newspaper pot kit. Priced at $49. Now I need a bit of convincing to get my head around how they can promote an over-priced kit made from "sustainable" wood as being good for the environment. 'Cos I know well and truly that you can make those newspaper pots from any old glass you've got hanging about on your shelf. But it did get me thinking that it was about time I made some of those newspaper pots I've been reading about in blogs all over the place and plant some seeds before it gets too late in the season. So I reminded myself of how to do it on Christine's Slow Living Essential's blog. Of course I got a bit bored and conked out way too early and didn't make nearly enough. But I just re-used some old pots for the rest of the seeds I wanted to plant.
And then I had a bit of a novice dilemma about where to put the seed pots at this time of the year. So I settled on the newly re-located mini greenhouse. Which I think was a big mistake. I'm pretty sure I cooked those seeds 'cos it was hotter than a bread oven when I poked my hand in yesterday. Sigh.
Now it is just as well that my suburb is still chock-full of very friendly, community-minded, unfashionable types like myself. Everyone around here knows and speaks to their neighbours. I know this is not the case in lots of other parts of our city. I can't walk 'round our neighbourhood without bumping into a bunch of people to stop and have a chat with. I'm just hoping the tourists who visit on the weekends are the ones buying those sticks and pot makers. And maybe they'll be convinced to dirty their beautiful implements and grow something.