Hobart’s the market is so friendly that it has a welcome sign saying “hello” at the door.
The organisers advertise upcoming dates with little cards and posters like this all around town but I always forget to go.
The foyer of the Masonic Hall featured a sneak peak of what was inside, for snoopers.
I really loved the attention-to-detail of some of the stalls, such as Weeping Willow, where Jess sold tribal style trinkets and flowy dresses to die for.
Even her gorgeous hand lettered signs.
(Every element was inspiring).
Upstairs was a pop-up shop.
Nooks and ledges featured sweet little displays.
And decorative touches.
All bound together with a cool philosophy inspired by Kevin McCleod.
I mustn’t forget to visit the market ever again.