
I had a bit of a craftsy day today. It started off with vague plans to visit the Meet Me at Mike’s shop (63 Brunswick St., Fitzroy, Melbourne). I know of Meet Me at Mike’s through reading Claire Robertson’s website, Loobylu.com. I think Claire rocks, Claire thinks Meet Me at Mike’s rocks, so I would have to visit.
First, however, I found myself wandering through Little Lonsdale St. searching for the Melbourne Art Supplies shop I’d been told should be either there or on A. Beckett St. I’ve had this insatiable craving for watercolour pencils these past few days. All the writing’s been great, but I want colours and texture! I ended up going home with a warm and cool version of the primaries + burnt umber, and I’ve been happily scribbling away.
In the afternoon, we set out for Fitzroy. Meet Me at Mike’s was incredibly easy to find, and just a short walk from my Russell St. hostel. My friend Jasmin and I spent ages looking at all the vintage, clever little things people had come up with. I tried on a beautiful black and white cocktail dress that I would have loved to bring home with me, had it not turned me into a Catholic schoolgirl. In the end, I took home a beautiful pendant of a 70s girl smelling a flower, and a nachi pear, kindly donated by Pip’s husband (I forgot to ask his name, but I know Pip is his wife – would it be silly to assume he is Mike?), who I’d spent some time talking with about everything under the sun. It was a long and personal conversation, but I’ll tell you one thing – he is a very kind and wise man and you should visit the shop sometime if you have half a chance.
I’d asked him where two girls with an afternoon to kill should go in Melbourne, and he recommended, among other places, “the French guy” who supposedly runs a shop with killer hot chocolate on Smith St. (still Fitzroy) that “would put a smile on my face”. Sure enough, on the right side of Smith St., away from the city, just off Brunswick St. is Monsieur Truffe, which is run by a Frenchman who knows his chocolate. Jasmin and I both ordered a hot chocolate. He asked us how strong we liked our hot chocolate, to which we replied that we like the taste of actual chocolate alright, since we are used to proper, European chocolate, but not too bitter, please. (more…)