I met up with Tonya, Evan and Clover this morning and we went to the Aberfoyle Antiques Market. I’d wanted to go for awhile so I was really excited when Tonya suggested it. Before the big bust-up of ’07, it was a place we’d been planning to scope out for some dining room stuff we needed for the new house. It could have been a bit depressing, but I didn’t think much about it once we got there. Even if I had it’s pretty tough to be depressed, sad or otherwise down with Clover around. Tonya got some pretty cool stuff and I talked myself out of everything I was interested in since I have approximately all of my boxes yet to unpack. In retrospect, I’ll probably be forever kicking myself for not picking up an exact replica of a particular orange cookie jar from my childhood. I had just finished lamenting the fact that we’d sold the cookie jar in a yard sale years ago – when we turned a corner and ABRA CAN DABRA*! It was sitting right there. Creepy. So, a bad decision on my part but whining about the stuff you were too dumb to buy later is sorta part of the fun of vintage shopping I think.
* © Clover