Took a walk to Kensington Market this morning in search of my daily subject. The three varieties of hot peppers I got my hands on earned me an impressed look by the woman behind the counter. I did not tell her I had no plans for consuming them.
I actually don't mind the Market early in the morning when its just me and the quirky shop keepers.
I remembered reading Pipi Longstockings when I was a kid and my favorite part was when she went 'thing finding'. I kind of feel like I am partaking in my own version of 'thing- finding'. I am after all a proud hoarder of 'neat stuff' and it just makes sense that I get to paint them.
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