Antique Fair

My city has an Antique Fair every third Sunday of the month. It is a treasure trove. Gorgeous fabric.

Colourful beads.

Iconic art.

Glass bottles.

It is one of the things I love about living here; access to such beautiful things. Not quite the bounty you get when you live close to nature but a substitute if you cant. When I go, I have to exercise great self control. I want to buy EVERYTHING! I get particularly excited with all the shabby chic things; the distressed white furniture, the flowery fabric, the crystal chandeliers. I drool and froth and fawn. A Good Man loves the old tools, especially the ancient woodworking equipment. K's favorite are the glass and china figurines; cats, dogs, horses. She has collected quite a few and treasures them, playing very gently with them. They sit together on her 'special things' shelf. T loves the cars although it is a bit of a nightmare keeping him from touching the more antique, fragile ones. We know we have about an hour and a half before the wheels fall off and he becomes unstopable. Probably a good thing as this time limit helps to keep me in check.

It helps if I go with a list, a few things I am really looking for. Plus $2o to spend on something special. This Sunday we were looking for a cast iron, or teak, outdoor couch (to replace the one our resident skunk got) and a small tin wheel barrow for T. Instead, we came home with a gorgeous copper water jug, three cashmere sweaters and a lovely apron... OK, I'll admit, all for me and a little over $20, but not by much, really.