Last Sunday was Alameda, as in the Alameda Antiques Faire. A monthly junking adventure for those serious junksters, hipsters, fab gay boys, and anyone looking for an excuse to get get a bit of sun and partake in some serious people watching. Pretty much a busy body haven.
Here are the usual suspects. Oma's not big on Michael Franti, "You KNOW I don't like this rap type music", ah but she did ask me to turn up Hey World. The little one was grumpy wanting "Hey where you going today", and stitch was just glad he had stowed away in the back.
Oh if this junk could talk. The stories it would tell. And that's just what it would say about the browsers. Not only does one get to peruse great junk, but the tales over heard at Alameda are a writers gold mine. There are the single women telling their tales of the dating world "oh the date was okay, he was a bit boring, but we both agreed by the end of the date that I just wasn't as into him as he was to me. For at least 5 rows. Translation: A peck on the cheek and "I'll give you a call" from the guy as he's disappearing into the night fog. Because girls, we all know if the guy was that boring you would have been checking out and recalling to your gal pal all to details about the decor, the food and the other hotties prancing by, not melting your friends ear off for 45 minutes.
Let's not forget the ebay'ers. You know the ones. They can be seen at any thrift store, swap meet, antique faire. "That's a great deal. I saw that on ebay for at least $50 and here it's only $24." or " Are you kidding me? That's 100 bucks? I saw one of those in mint condition on ebay for 25." Now with the great invention of those dang smart phones you can even check it out instantly. Beware: don't try this with Verizon. Overheard: a dealer saying Verizon didn't cover the Alameda too well and his battery was going dead from looking for a signal. Yikes. Even the dealers are utilizing the ebay. They have print outs on comparable items on ebay to show you what a great deal their item is. That technology sure is pulling this poor antique junk into the modern world.
My favorites though have to be those fabulous souls who see an item that sparks a memory of the past. Some are from the good old days, some are from a happy childhood, and some are just down right random. "Those seven dwarfs remind me of a time when I was seeing some punk band at CGBG's. The lead singer looked like grumpy. Can't remember much else about that night. Boy was I wasted. What a great night" It's just so weird to imagine older people in their hip younger people days. You go Grandpa, maybe you need to slow down a bit with that stroller before the wee one spills her kettle corn. No one wants to hear that fit.
Here are a few of my daughters favorite things. I have no idea what's up with the fascination with the porta pottie. But my usual baby monk who is normally camel like in her liquid retention cannot resist them. THREE 3 Three times she had to go potty. REALLY????? Thank goodness she's big enough to take care of business as I watch from afar with a scrunched up face.
She likes the tiki bar because it's bamboo, she can crawl up on the big stool, and "mommy wouldn't it be cool to drink pina coladas in this in the mermaid cove? That's my girl!!! This coconut does not fall far from the palm tree.
Do you notice a theme here? Looks kinda like the living room.
Ahhh....Another exciting adventure. There were some treasures to be had this month, a few of which found their way cruising back to the beach house. Can you guess which ones?
next time we'll have a competition for the best wagon seen at the Alameda