Now is the time when you sit through a bunch of grainy pictures I took last weekend and then you golf clap for us — a trio of dehydrated bargain hunters willing to brave the dusty Texas fields in hope of discovering hidden treasure. Unfortunately, we picked the last day of the market to shop, so let’s just say the glint of golden goodness was rare. However we did meet a lot of vendors desperate to lighten their loads before packing up and heading home, thus we did not go home empty handed. And in between wheeling and dealing Karly art directed me take a few pictures here and there, so to thank her you can throw your hands in the air and wave ‘em around like you just don’t care. Let’s do this.
Straight off the bat Karly scored this giant vintage anatomical chart for a whopping $35. Some little hussy was huffy because K got to it first, so picking it up later in the day as she stood by and watched her precious go home in the hands of another lover was awkward.
I really wanted to buy this vintage tole chandelier for the Inlaws’ new house, but then I remembered, oh yeah… it’s not my house. Dammit.
Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Dontcha?
Karly and I both spied the Dad pillow from across the proverbial room, but we were not so impressed by Mom.
We forced our Chinese friend Diana to buy this huge mirror because we’re racist like that, but it will fit perfectly in her entryway. Also, it was FIFTY FIVE dollars. Five – Five. Vintage 60s from a Palm Springs estate. We don’t see a lot of stuff like it around these here Texassy parts, y’all.
This is what we normally see around these here parts. I’ll give you a few moments to reflect on the full situation.
Love love love these ginormous Buddha heads. Love.
My megolamania appeared in full force, as I was mostly attracted to very large things. And obviously the giraffes and I have a mini affair brewing.
This hand hooked rug was large and in charge. I really like the colors.
Ok, so every year these dudes have a baby head display, but I felt that they really stepped up their game with the addition of creepy troll man .
Karly bought this bamboo lamp for $7 whole dolla billz. Despite her oft repeated mantra of “No more brass, no more horses,” she also bought some brass door pulls with horse heads that I forgot to take pictures of. Duh me.
She also talked me into buying this vintage Persian brass milking stool for $35. Ike thinks it’s his new drum, but Karly suggested we use it as a kid stool for later on. I’m hoping “later” will be about 10 years from now, since I am nearly apoplectic at the thought of Ike having access to the counters.
That’s it for this year’s tour of the dustbowl that is the Round Top antiques market, where you can buy leggings with bell bottomed ruffles sewn onto the legs.
I think you know why I didn’t take a picture of those.