Is Mothers Day really a day that Moms get to do what they
like to do? If so, I had the promise fulfilled bigtime. Very leisurely, I awoke on Mothers Day and
got myself ready for a field trip. I ate breakfast first, at home in my kitchen
while reading the Sunday paper.
I got myself all gussied up. Took out one of my little coin
purses to put only the “necessaries” into. Carried that in my slacks pocket. I
wanted my hands free. I didn’t want to carry my big old satchel around on my
field trip and run the risk of knocking things over with it while it
independently swings back and forth on my shoulder.
So, now I’m ready for my “safari”. Necessaries in my pocket
along with my car keys. Phone in the pocket on the other side. I’m ready to
hunt.
Off I go to THE SHOPS ON WEST RIDGE. Two stories of vendors
booths (200 in all), set in vignettes, filled with vintage treasures and shabby
chic style decorator objects. Almost heaven.
I slowly and carefully examine every booth, setting out in an orderly fashion,
walking around the room edges first, then up and down the aisles in the middle.
I wanted to be absolutely sure that I didn’t miss anything. I would make a
mental note of a shop that I wanted to revisit or which had something I would
consider buying.
Every once in a while, over the P.A. system an announcement was made that at noon free
pizza and cold drinks will be served in their café. By that time, my legs were
yelling for a rest. The pizza was tasty and the drink refreshing. A lovely
break. Now, back to the hunt.
I saw so many delightful things, if I had unlimited funds, I
would need a moving van to get back home. This beautiful white vignette
enchanted me. Firstly because the chest on chest is like the one my father kept
his socks in. Now it is in my son’s bedroom with his socks in it. Here is its
twin – painted white.
After being absolutely sure that I had seen everything, I
made my decision about what I would buy, but do you think I could remember
where I saw the item. Instead of mental notes, I should have jotted an actual
note on an actual note pad. I had to go to the check-out and ask the personnel
to help me find my “find”. I described it. Myself and an employee searched the
building looking for it. The employee found it!!
Here’s a picture of it. It is a garden table, painted
turquoise, with a solid wood top surface and wicker apron and legs. I wasn’t
really sure how I would use it but I knew it was coming home with me. I tried
to talk myself out of it but I just couldn’t leave without it.