If you felt a decided lack of creativity the last 2 weeks, or haven't sold a dag-blum thing in your booth/shop, I am here to reveal why: IT WAS ALL IN TEXAS.
Right near Zapp Hall and Royer's Cafe, there's a vortex of junkety-junk that will knock you senseless. Within a small radius you'll find Theresa (photos above and below), aka 411, who is the Queen Bee of all things TX and junky. As usual, due to my pesky big-grrl job, I couldn't make it for her blog party. CURSES! That also meant that I didn't get to meet a bunch of other bloggers who I've long admired.
Theresa's displays are jaw-dropping, exciting, and unusual. This little guy didn't keep the shoppers away. Who can resist a critter with a key around its neck? Theresa and her beau, Cruz, are an oasis unto themselves. They have a forcefield around them that prevents any other dealers being jammed up against them. They're the epicenter of Warrenton, as far as I'm concerned. Too bad Cruz is under the delusion that he'll beat me at pool next spring. He'll need some fancier tricks to do THAT.
Just around the corner were the infamous Trash and Cat Daddy. Bella (aka Trashette) was visiting, all gussied up for the Junk Gypsy Prom, and had brought quite the entourage. I couldn't even get close! By the time Deb had time to chat, we got so gabby that I forgot to take pix of her loot; but it looked great! They have their own oasis, with plenty of chairs to park your weary ass and sit a spell. Unfortunately, they had to clear out early on Saturday, so I didn't get to go back and take pix. My heart dropped when I rounded the corner and saw just a few strands of hay where the magic had once been.
Good thing Mindy was right behind her. Mindy's oasis was a billowy and rusty (bet you never saw those 2 adjectives together!) palace. I was THRILLED to finally meet her and get a personalized tour of all the items she chased down that scrap metal truck for.
These panels were like a tractor-beam drawing me to her booth. It's astounding to me how these gals have not only soooo much great junk (enough to sell for 10+ days!) but that they can transform a plot of dirt into an inviting mini-shop.
Directly behind Mindy was Maggie of the Veranda. I raved about her awesome displays last year, but had never met her. This time I finally did; then again she was so busy we barely had time to talk. Again, I forgot to take pictures because of my long-windedness and laughter. This year, her booth was quite a treat for 2 reasons: (1) she'd pulled many items out of her OWN HOME as she's moving, and (2) a GIANT Dr Pepper wooden sign that I couldn't stop drooling over. In fact, she had LOADS of DP items that I wanted. I hope she doesn't mind that I "borrowed" this photo from her Canton blog to show the sign. I'd give up an appendage for that sign. Alas, couldn't fit in the overhead compartment.
I swear, next year, I'm bringing a truck. To paraphrase Chief Brody from Jaws: "We're gonna need a bigger truck."
In addition to all this wonderment, there's a few other women that set up nearby and they all fit together with similar palettes and tastes. It's girly-girl junker central, but don't be fooled; these women are TOUGH—slinging haybales, wrestling rusty daybeds, slugging cocktails.
To top off this Triangle experience, it's all within lurching distance of the Bubble Lounge! I raved about this last year, too, but it merits a re-rave. Veuve Cliquot has set up a tent with chandeliers, a framed wide-mouth bass guzzling a champagne magnum, and vintage couches, chaises, chairs, and coffeetables. It's positively DREAMY. It's set up next to Royers' stage, so you can sit in the sun, drink bubbly, and sway to good tunes. Michelle and I ate dinner there with Stash and Paul and howled at the moon and ogled the Prom guests, since it was about to start.
And that was all in the FIRST DAY, my friends! WHEW.