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BINDLE and The Hood

BINDLE and The Hood

When I was young I would precociously recite my address starting with my street and ending with the universe – a humbling reminder of how insignificant we are. It is our immediate environment however that helps define our place in this world.
 
I’ve taken a circuitous route in life to where I am living at the moment – an inner-city suburb of Melbourne, and it is this now familiar place that contributes to my sense of identity.

In the two years here many of the passing faces have become a common part of the human landscape.


 
“The Reader” who is whippet-thin and walks and walks, her eyes fixed on the  book she is reading and which I think is the only thing that is anchoring her to the ground.

A red-haired “Berlusconi”, in his overly large and loud checked suit, and yet still keeping to the tradition of maintaining appearances, despite a shift in fashion and his advanced age.

My yoga instructor thinks everyone is “gorgeous and divine” and manages to incorporate “with the notion of” into every sentence. A class that should take an hour takes an extra thirty minutes because we have to have a notion of everything. I don’t mind as I am basking in the notion of being gorgeous and divine.

In my far too frequent visits to the chemist I am greeted by a fluorescent pink-lipped bleached-blonde assistant who calls me “darls” and is incredibly helpful in finding cheaper alternatives for me. I adore her warmth and the enthusiasm she has for her job.

My local chicken vendor worries the hell out of me. He wears such an expectant expression even though nobody seems to shop there, and I want to burst into tears just because of his endless optimism. I feel my miserable purchase of two chicken breasts is going to contribute to his starvation, and if the day comes when he’s no longer there I know that it’s MY FAULT!
 
There are so many more characters I could write about, and without them I wouldn’t feel at home. We have to remember to say hello, to smile, to say thank you, as without them there would be no community. I support them just because they are in my “hood” and in a similar way BINDLE is also saying hello to its local community by engaging the producers, the designers, the growers who live here.
 
This way we’re all “loved up” don’t you think?
  
Margie x