So, ready for a long, fun post with lots of photos? Grab a cookie. Or pie. I'm not eating pie until September, by the way, so be sure to eat some for me if you're so inclined.
After my car was crashed into, Rick and I had a long discussion about the cost of gas and the reasonableness of driving my van after it got fixed. We need to keep the van (which is paid for, thankfully) for my business, but with gas nearly $4.00/gallon (at least, as of today, anyway!) we thought it would be smart to buy a smaller, more affordable, more gas-efficient car.
Now, I haven't had a CAR in ages. A mom van, yes. A work van, yes. A car? No.
I mentioned to Rick I've always wanted a VW Beetle. When the new/old ones first came out in 1998, I couldn't get one because I was in sales and needed a boring sedan. Stick the customers in the back, make sure their knees aren't bent up to their chin, and all was good on the way to eat a power lunch.
Anyway, Rick looked up and said, "We could do that."
Little did we know, VW didn't make a new model for 2011. The last model was 2010. They're totally revamping it for 2012 -- and call me crazy, but I hate how it looks.
Within two days Rick found a car. I told a couple of friends about it, and one said, "That car totally fits your personality."
In the past week, my laptop has died about 37 times. And no, I'm not going to tell you if I have a Mac or a PC because apparently, there are THREE things one never should talk about -- religion, politics, and computer preference. Suffice it to say, I'm currently three days behind on even SEEING my email, am using my husband's laptop when I can, and am, as I write this, reinstalling my email program one more time so I can HOPEFULLY quickly transfer the stuff to Gmail without exploding things again.
So what sort of car fits the personality of Miss Grumpy McCranky Pants?
Think about that one and let me know. But anyway, we drove an hour and picked up my new car.
I will drive this car until the metal falls off. Until the engine dies and I need to add hamsters on a hamster wheel. Oh! And when I save up the money (which I will do after giving up copious amounts of Starbucks for several years), I plan to have it painted pink.
(This announcement caused my husband to grab the warranty papers, shake them, and point at tiny print and bluster, but I then told him how long it would take me to raise that kind of money, because I don't spend that kind of money on myself, and he calmed down and is now breathing better and is no longer beet red.
Or hot pink.)
After we picked up the Beetle/Bug/Punch Buggy, we headed off to Gaithersburg, MD to a bead show put on by the Bead Society of Greater Washington. Now, I had my husband and Zack, who is eight, in tow. Rick would shop with me whether I was at Lowes picking out paint or Sephora picking out tweezers. He's awesome like that. Zack, on the other hand, is hit or miss with shopping.
Seeing as how I'm heading to Bead and Button in a month, I wasn't there to go nuts, but I wanted to see ONE vendor who wouldn't be anywhere near me for a year -- Na Bo Row. And you guys -- in a week or so, you'll be so glad I put up with "when are we leeeeeaving" pleas from the Zack-man. Because I'm going to be giving away a bunch of Bob's new bronze clasps that are TO. DIE. FOR.
The toggles will be bronze like on the left,
but styled like the toggle on the right.
I love buying stuff for you guys!
I got through that show in record time -- 45 minutes. I bought one strand of lampwork beads, the silver and bronze, and then Zack picked out two ojime beads. I have never ever moved that fast past sparkly stuff. Ever. It was painful. I mean, there's still a cramp in my side and I know I missed something really cool.
Back in the VW and another hour down the road to Frederick, MD, where Rick and I used to live right after we got married. Our destination -- an antique mall that used to sell the vintage button greeting cards I made before I discovered beads (GASP! Was there ever such a time?).
Lots of cool finds.
The irony didn't escape me that Zack brought his Nintendo DS into the store with him so I might get a reasonable amount of time to shop, yet I was looking at the simplest of games -- Tiddlywinks.
Have I been saying and spelling that incorrectly all my life?
Good Lord. And to think I won spelling bees.
You all know how much I loooooove books, so I got lost for longer than I should have in the old book section.
This next find had Rick and I completely and totally fascinated for a long time, and we so very nearly took it home if not for the price. Both of us are big WWII buffs, and when I first saw this, I thought it was a camera, and since I collect those, of course I had to look.
If this photo and others are turned the wrong way around,
blame Blogger and pull out your Twister game.
blame Blogger and pull out your Twister game.
It wasn't a camera after all. It was a military sextant. I found that piece of paper folded up underneath some of the wood in the box, and that's what really made it important to me.
Very sobering, isn't it? This reminds me of one of my favorite books, "Unbroken" by Laura Hillenbrand. The main character went down with his plane and wasn't found for days upon days. If you haven't read that book -- oh wow, but stop reading THIS and go order it right now.
OK, on to a lighter note! Thanks to Cindy, Zack is now collecting Wade Whimsies, these little ceramic figurines, and I use them as incentives and rewards for excellent behavior and things like that. Usually, he and I will run across five or six in an entire antique mall, but this booth? The Whimsie Motherlode.
Zack and I promptly plunked ourselves down on the floor and started going to it. We found a ton of figures we didn't currently have (the camel, zebra, and puppy being favorites). I just hope that along with the Whimsies, Zack will one day remember his 42-year old mother was the sort of mom that would "plunk" onto a dirty floor to sort through a falling-apart-box of treasures with him.
I love old bottles, and ran into this really cool one, which was inordinately expensive or it would be with me now. Note how it was purchased at a drug store (and that it reads "cocaine removed").
Then we turned the corner and folks -- it was like walking into the Mick-or-Mack of my childhood and seeing the dairy display. I just had to stand there and stare for a while at all this crazy goodness.
This was only part of it. I couldn't begin to get the scope of how large this display was. Three old soda machines from way back in the day, shelf upon shelf of Coca-Cola bottles (with soda still in them), empty cottage cheese containers, more milk containers -- it was divine. I never buy anything from displays like this, it seems, because it's the whole, not the part, that makes it special.
Strangely, I didn't take photos of the few things I bought! We got home too late for the light to be decent, but I bought a cool jar and an awesome little tin (I love my strange bottles and random tins), and a completely filled in book of S&H Green Stamps that I bought just because it was cool as heck and just $1.50. And then Zack started pinging off the walls and it was time for a late lunch and long drive home.
Well! If you're still here, thanks for taking the trip with me in my little Punch Buggy. Don't forget about the Color Palette Book Giveaway, and keep checking in for the bronze toggle giveaway very soon. OH, and I'm going to be hosting an auction in the next few weeks to benefit the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation. You'll be able to auction off a piece of your jewelry, art, mixed media, -- anything handmade -- to benefit the Foundation. I'll be auctioning off something I'll make with Genea's Cup of Bead Soup beads, so stay tuned!