Marrickville's Organic Markets

As an inner-westie myself, a venture over to Marrickville’s Sunday Organic Markets (on

Addison Road ) is a simple one.

Weather permitting, it is a fantastic day out for the family. My wife and I are expecting a baby in the coming months, so we are always on the look out for things to do when the mini-us arrives.

Marrickville Markets will definitely be on  my list. There are plenty of organic food stalls and an array of fresh produce to purchase. Above this however there is a very cool vibe in the air, with folk singers busking to the left and second hand book stalls to the right.

The walkways are probably a bit tricky to navigate with a stroller. So if you have a baby, best strap him/her to your chest. If you have toddlers, there is a jumping castle that simply can not be refused (even by myself).

There is also an organic coffee stand which sold me one of the best flat whites I have had in a long time.

For more info: http://www.organicfoodmarkets.com.au/

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Soon-to-be yuppie parent

“Absolutely not!” I defensively replied to a badgering friend who recently accused me of being a soon-to-be yuppie parent.

“You are totally going to be a yuppie dad. You and that wife of yours.”

I’m not sure why my instincts told me to deny yuppie parent status. I guess I attached a degree of superficiality to it, as though it meant my unborn baby was set for a life of BabyGap bibs and babychinos. Upon reflection however I realised that this was actually quite likely.

Eleven weeks from the birth of our firstborn my wife and I sit in our 2 bedroom inner west of Sydney apartment watching the Sydney Swans on the telly. If you look around you wouldn’t think this space is shortly to be the home of a tiny human being. Plush cushions, a red leather couch, polished floor boards and no outside space (except for our terrace balcony) we live in yuppie heaven. With a fifteen minute commute to Martin Place, my wife and I love our little life with our city jobs, brunches and skim decaf lattes. Quite frankly, we see no reason to change.

“Just because we don’t plan to move to the suburbs, buy a McMansion and a four wheel drive doesn’t make us yuppie parents.”

My friend looked at me in disbelief of my own denial.

“Do you choose to live in a big city?

Do you think a zippy hatch back is an ideal family car?

Do you see no issue with taking a baby on a flight to London?

Do you, or your partner, blog?"

If you answer yes to these questions, then you are a yuppie parent.”

In the weeks, months and years to come, I will be trying to strike the balance between inner-city yuppie life  and parenthood. I have every intention to keep travelling, going to cafes and enjoying pub gigs. Only now I will have a small human strapped to my chest.

To hear my experiences, troubles and tips... stay tuned.