Once we arrived and made our way to the tweetup tent, we were lucky enough to get to chat with Cynthia from The Daily Basics, who is one of the lovely co-hosts of the event. We then ogled the beautiful Benjamin Moore displays, fortified ourselves with an alcoholic beverage or two, and headed out to fill our carts.
As you may know, I have been looking for a rug for the living room for a long time. One rug that fits the whole room. The measurement would have to be about 9'x16', which is a totally random size and very hard to find. I know that the Moroccan rugs are currently filling the bill, but eventually I'd like to get one rug for the room. Eventually, Ted! Keep your pants on.
So one of the first things we see is an amazing rug. The size? 9'x15'6". Here's the rug:
|Corner of Beautiful Rug|
|Border of Beautiful Rug|
So on we went. I saw an antique typewriter that my mother would have died over:
But really? Who needs an antique typewriter? No one. Seriously. Unless it's the one on which your great-grandfather typed Moby Dick, you don't need that shit.
I also saw an antique quilt that I ALMOST loved:
But almost only counts in grenades and horseshoes, not antique quilts, so on we went. I was on the lookout for a pair of china dogs, and there were plenty in attendance but not all of them were appealing:
|Too Fancy - Look At Their Smug Expressions|
|MY Dogs On Laura's Dresser!!!!!|
There were also some disturbing items for sale. Exhibit A:
|Coffee Table With Creepy Bears Carved Into It|
|Why, In The Name Of All That Is Holy? Why?|
And what antique show would be complete without a Beyonce appearance?:
|Knock Knock, Motherfucker|
But the real haul of the trip was, believe it or not, a silver punchbowl. I have been coveting a silver punchbowl for years. I am bitter, because much like a bar cart, I feel a punch bowl is part of my WASP-y heritage and I should have inherited at least one. But no punchbowls are to be had for love or money in my family. So when I saw this:
I bargained the guy down $20 from the asking price and snapped it up! OK, so it's not solid silver (what am I, made of fucking money?), it's silver plate over copper (my mother was mortified), but it's beautiful and came with 12 matching cups:
I cannot wait to polish that bad boy up and fill it with delicious alcoholic beverages.
All in all, the trip was a definite success. I mean, how could it not be? The only downside, and I mean the ONLY one, was that we wanted to stay longer.
So next time we will.