We had grand plans for the weekend that included traveling to Wisconsin, but while celebrating the birth of Baby P, Porch & I decided it was probably best to allow the family some time to adjust and such before imposing ourselves upon them. We were both a little disappointed not to be the first to hold Baby P, but as the saying goes -- save the best for last. Hoping to meet Baby P before Christmas.
For the first time in month, we slept in, had a lazy brunch, and relaxed on the couch for a while watching Mad Men and Party Down (I recommend both). Not wanting to waste the entire day this way given the fact that the rain had let up and there was a forecasted window of awesome weather for the afternoon, we headed out for a walk to Goodwill. As I was checking in (damn you Foursquare), I noticed that my dear friend Megan was at the Randolph Street Antiques Market. After watching me do the happy dance, Porch agreed to walk over to check it out. We certainly weren't disappointed.
We paid the $10/person entrance fee with just a twinge of apprehension; as we began to stroll through the open market outside, we were fascinated by all of the vintage finds! (Speaking of which, I think I need to go pay my grandparents a visit.) I realized something very important about myself today: I am a jewelry whore. I said it.
My first love (which sent me frantically searching for an ATM) was this fantastic necklace. At just $5, I found it to be quite the steal. Don't you agree? And let me just add, the cutest older woman (maybe 65?) helped me adjust it because -- and I quote -- "You have great cleavage." Why thank you, woman I just met.
Further down the road I fell in love with this delightful owl broach; I don't care what you say, he's so ugly that he's actually cute. And at $5, I couldn't just leave him behind.
It wasn't until later in the day when it finally dawned on me that I have a jewelry problem. It was when I slipped a gorgeous yellow ring onto my finger and realized that I was rationalizing the purchase with "but it fits me like a dream." That being said, with the price tag of $10 (and Porch's approval), it was a done deal.
We continued to wander and found some truly amazing items. Beer and hot dogs among other things. For being a "festival" of sorts, I didn't feel like I was getting too ripped off on the beer prices. $5/cup is still cheaper than buying a beer at the stadium.
After enjoying the outside vendors, we headed inside the building where we marveled at its architecture. The vendors inside were helpful and nice. The lady actually cracked up when she heard Porch jokingly ask, "When did Liza Minnelli get here?" as I held up a dress of all sequins. The best part? Standing at a table and whispering to Porch, "Do you think that phone is an antique? Or someone's actual phone?"
Not a bad little Saturday afternoon if you ask me! I was more than entertained for over 3 hours and got to enjoy a hotdog, beer, and time outside with the hubby. Kind of a win-win situation!
Here's the breakdown:
Admission $20
Owl broach $5
Yellow ring $10
Necklace $5
(2) Hotdogs $6
(4) Miller Lites $20
Total Cost of the Adventure $66
For the first time in month, we slept in, had a lazy brunch, and relaxed on the couch for a while watching Mad Men and Party Down (I recommend both). Not wanting to waste the entire day this way given the fact that the rain had let up and there was a forecasted window of awesome weather for the afternoon, we headed out for a walk to Goodwill. As I was checking in (damn you Foursquare), I noticed that my dear friend Megan was at the Randolph Street Antiques Market. After watching me do the happy dance, Porch agreed to walk over to check it out. We certainly weren't disappointed.
We paid the $10/person entrance fee with just a twinge of apprehension; as we began to stroll through the open market outside, we were fascinated by all of the vintage finds! (Speaking of which, I think I need to go pay my grandparents a visit.) I realized something very important about myself today: I am a jewelry whore. I said it.
My first love (which sent me frantically searching for an ATM) was this fantastic necklace. At just $5, I found it to be quite the steal. Don't you agree? And let me just add, the cutest older woman (maybe 65?) helped me adjust it because -- and I quote -- "You have great cleavage." Why thank you, woman I just met.
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| Awww, you can see our summer 2010 picture [on the fridge] in the background! |
It wasn't until later in the day when it finally dawned on me that I have a jewelry problem. It was when I slipped a gorgeous yellow ring onto my finger and realized that I was rationalizing the purchase with "but it fits me like a dream." That being said, with the price tag of $10 (and Porch's approval), it was a done deal.
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| Chicago-style: with ketchup. Don't judge me. |
After enjoying the outside vendors, we headed inside the building where we marveled at its architecture. The vendors inside were helpful and nice. The lady actually cracked up when she heard Porch jokingly ask, "When did Liza Minnelli get here?" as I held up a dress of all sequins. The best part? Standing at a table and whispering to Porch, "Do you think that phone is an antique? Or someone's actual phone?"
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| Well? What would you think?! |
Here's the breakdown:
Admission $20
Owl broach $5
Yellow ring $10
Necklace $5
(2) Hotdogs $6
(4) Miller Lites $20
Total Cost of the Adventure $66
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