Remember that time in college when all your friends roadtripped to Boston to see The Police in concert and you had to stay in the dorm to write a due-tomorrow paper? Or the time 2 friends roadtripped to Syracuse (!) to scalp tickets to a Rolling Stones concert and you had ANOTHER paper to write? No? Maybe that was just me.
That's the way I'm feeling now.
Junk Gypsy photo. Imagine this X4000 and that's Warrenton for the next 2 weeks
Due to changes at my job, I can't go this spring. For SIX YEARS in a row, I've made the pilgrimage to the dusty mecca of junk.
Susan of Found Around's dirty laundry vignette. Of course, sold immediately.
It's killing me! It's my annual big buying trip, a birthday gift to myself, and the once-a-year chance I get to see—and cackle with—some of my favorite people in the whole world. You know who you are.
Feeling sorry for myself this past weekend (and panicky about every-two-weeks sales at Chartreuse and the upcoming Lucketts Spring Market), I went on an equally panicky buying trip Sunday, hoping to load up while simultaneously dulling the pain of not being in Warrenton.
What a bust. I didn't buy a SINGLE THING. I briefly pondered a $2 item, but even that wasn't worth it. It was hard driving home in a fetal position.
I'm comforted by the fact that apparently Kim has bought everything in Texas, so there's nothing left to buy anyway—and most of the shows haven't even STARTED. I just hope I can make it for the fall show....