(I hope you'll forgive me for not lugging along my big camera this year. I was worried about the rain, and well, maybe a small part of me was eager to fill that extra backpack space with something else. Hmn...)
I'm making my way home now from the annual tradition of a trip to the Brimfield Antique Show with a friend. Ah! What an adventure it always is, this journey. This year was no exception - full of all the usual wonder, delight, treasures, strangeness and visual stimulation I've come to expect from this fair. And of course, some Brimfield popcorn for the ride to and fro! I think this is my fourth year down there for the May show, and it never ceases to bring me such joy to wander through all of those old things and wonder about the life they lead before landing in the piles, as they are there. Of course, I am bringing just a few treasures home with me - as usual, heavy on the 'useful' and utilitarian, with a bit of textile love to boot. I can't wait to get home and unpack all the little bits coming into the house with me. But before I do that.... I got a text from my husband - happily covering me at home with all the kiddos for two nights while I'm off adventuring - asking if I wouldn't mind just stopping by and picking up those two new piglets. It is, after all, on my way.
And so, off I go to the pig farm to squeeze two Tamworth piglets in between the vintage treasures loaded into my van. Including, ahem, the new white wingback chair I bought. Oh thank heavens for tarps! And adventures!
