The Ones that Got Away

Today was the Urban Market in Houston. I guess it's similar to the Round Top antique show, but on a much smaller scale. Vendors arrange their wares under tents in a field behind the Knights of Columbus Hall north of downtown. I wasn't going to go because we had a day and night of heavy rain here in Houston and I knew I would have to slog through mud and sawdust in order to see anything. But then I decided to brave it.

The first thing that I saw that I was interested in was an antique red watering can for $16. I thought I would come back and get it on the way out. It was gone. Oh well...

The next thing that I saw that I was really interested in was this antique metal glider for the backyard patio. It was in really good condition. It just needed paint or if shabby chic is your thing, it could be left as is. The seller wanted $135 for it. There was one in another booth for $495.

I told the seller that I didn't have a way to carry it home. She told me that there was a man near the entrance with a truck who would pack up your things and deliver them to your home for $80. I stood there and deliberated for a little while and then walked off to call Dan. I wasn't gone 5 minutes and the glider was sold to some mean old people who were stalking me. Ha! They tried to throw me off by buying all the old paint brushes (the ones that Dan used to paint our house when we were first married) so they could stick them in a silver coffee pot. I should have told them to follow me back to the house. They could have a field day.

Did you know that those fold up yard sticks are collector's items as well? We've got a lot of those. I think I'll go get them out of my garage and put them in an apothecary jar on my dining room table. Another thing that people are selling are the shells of turtles. I don't know what you'd do with those.

Someone had made a lot of Trumeau mirrors and chalkboards that were really nice. (Erin, you can do this!)

Since I didn't get anything I was really looking for, I treated myself to an orchid grown by Mr. Orchid Obsession in Spring as a consolation prize. We'll see how long it lasts. It looks beautiful now.

P.S. We went to Fish City Grill for dinner and I ordered oysters. (I always order oysters.) The waitress told us that there were no gulf oysters because of the oil spill. The oysters I got were the size of a dime. I don't know where they got them.