Thursday, May 16, 2013
Brimfield is this giant, sprawling, labyrinthine antique fair that goes on three times a year. We kind of ended up there kind of my accident last fall, and vowed to go again. Chelsea and I trekked out with Edie, while James stayed behind and ate a handi-snack pudding.
It's pretty strange, well, less strange more brainwash-y. Like, you walk in thinking, hey, let's have a fun day, and then, the next moment you're like, someday I'm going to wish I had those Music Man band costumes. I will hate myself for not buying them.
The bottom two pieces are Chelsea's finds. She's got a great eye, and has the patience to just look, which I rarely do. It's why I like to shop with her.
I ended up with a few awesome things myself, but, in reality, I think I spent 50% of my money on snacks. I got a pilgrim sandwich (turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce), ice cream and sweet potato fries for Edie (it was a holiday), and kettle corn for all of us.
It was awesome. We all came back tired, sticky from the kettle corn, and happy with our day. But I am kicking myself for not getting those band costumes.