Market Re Launch Party

The South Yarra Re Launch Party on Saturday was not so much business, as it was a whole lotta fun. Young stall holders selling their Vintage wares provided the entertainment, while the DJ's kept us on our feet, twisting to the beats. The organisers looked after us with beverages and Vege hot dogs :)

We met Bloggers, fashion students, kids from the bands, designers and stylists, plus my bestest friends came for support and a bargain hunt and the gorgeous face of my collection, Jackie, popped in to add the cherry on top.

New vintage purchase

Pink - our fellow stall seller

the gorgeous flyer girl

DJ's next to our spot left my eyes ringing all weekend... but the classic swing tunes were worth it

Sea of Ghosts Blogger Alicia Hannah Noami

Tweeting...

Dani was our personal shopper and Treasure Hunter for the day. We just sat back while to goods were brought to us! Thank You lovely - it was a treat having you there

Dani gave herself a $40 challenge - this is the result:

Metallicas White top / H&M Yellow Shorts / Topshop Denim top and Leopard print kicks

Gorman Top / Levi's Shorts / Red herringbone cardi - background. Voila! $40!!

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